“Mr. Bassington-Bassington has just telephoned, sir.”
“Oh?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Where is he?”
“In prison, sir.”
I reeled against the wallpaper. A nice thing to happen to Aunt Agatha’s nominee on his first morning under my wing, I did not think!
“In prison!”
“Yes, sir. He said on the telephone that he had been arrested and would be glad if you could step round and bail him out.”
“Arrested! What for?”
“He did not favour me with his confidence in that respect, sir.”