“Well, it might, of course,” I admitted.
“Then I shall have a dash at it. I can rely on you to do your part?”
“How am I supposed to know that your aunt is ill?”
“Perfectly simple. They ’phoned from her house, and you are the only person who knows where I’m spending the evening.”
“And will you swear that this is really all you want me to do?”
“Absolutely all.”
“No getting me there and letting me in for something foul?”
“My dear old man!”
“All right,” I said. “I feel in my bones that something’s going to go wrong, but I suppose I’ve got to do it.”
“Spoken like a true friend,” said Ukridge.