And then through the doorway there shimmered good old Jeeves in the wake of a tray full of the necessary ingredients, and there was something about the mere look of the man....
However, I steeled the old heart and had a stab at it.
“I have just met Mr. Little, Jeeves,” I said.
“Indeed, sir?”
“He—er—he told me you had been helping him.”
“I did my best, sir. And I am happy to say that matters now appear to be proceeding smoothly. Whisky, sir?”
“Thanks. Er—Jeeves.”
“Sir?”
“Another time....”
“Sir?”