Jeeves in the Offing

moment, I knew what it was.
‘Cocktails, eh? I could do with one or possibly more,’ I said. ‘My fruitless quest has taken it out of me. I couldn’t find Glossop anywhere. He must be somewhere, of course, but Worcestershire hid its secret well.’
‘Glossop?’ she said, seeming surprised. ‘Oh, he’s been back for ages.’
She wasn’t half as surprised as I was. The calm with which she spoke amazed me.
‘Good Lord! This is the end.’
‘What is?’
‘This is. Has he been pinched?’
‘Of course not. He told them who he was and explained everything.’
‘Oh, gosh!’
‘What’s the matter? Oh, of course, I was forgetting. You don’t know the latest developments. Jeeves solved everything.’
‘He did?’
‘With a wave of the hand. It was so simple, really. One wondered why one hadn’t thought of it oneself. On his advice, Glossop revealed his identity and said your aunt had got him down here to observe you.’
I reeled, and might have fallen, had I not clutched at a photograph on a near-by table of Uncle Tom in the uniform of the East Worcestershire Volunteers.
‘No?’ I said.
‘And of course it carried immediate conviction with Mrs Cream. Your aunt explained that she had been uneasy about you for a long time, because you were always doing extraordinary things like sliding down water pipes and keeping twenty-three cats in your bedroom and all that, and Mrs Cream recalled the time when she had found you hunting for mice under her son’s dressing-table, so she quite agreed that it was high time you were under the observation of an experienced eye like Glossop’s. She was greatly relieved when Glossop assured her that he was confident of effecting a cure. She said we must all be very, very kind to you. So everything’s nice and smooth. It’s extraordinary how things turn out for the best, isn’t it?’ she said, laughing merrily.
Whether I would or would not at this juncture have taken her in an iron grasp and shaken her till she frothed is a point on which I can make no definite announcement. The chivalrous spirit of the Woosters would probably have restrained me, much as I resented that merry laughter, but as it happened the matter was not put to the test, for at this moment Jeeves entered, bearing a tray on which were glasses and a substantial shaker filled to the brim with the juice of the juniper berry. Bobbie drained her beaker with all possible speed and left us, saying that if she didn’t get dressed, she’d be late for dinner, and Jeeves and I were alone, like a couple of bimbos in one of those movies where two strong men stand face to face and might is the only law.
‘Well, Jeeves,’ I said.
‘Sir?’
‘Miss Wickham has been telling me all.’
‘Ah yes, sir.’
‘The words “Ah yes, sir” fall far short of an adequate comment on the situation. A nice … what is it? Begins with an i… im- something.’
‘Imbroglio, sir?’
‘That’s it. A nice imbroglio you’ve landed me in. Thanks to you …’
‘Yes, sir.’
‘Don’t say “Yes, sir.” Thanks to you I have been widely publicized as off my rocker.’
‘Not widely, sir. Merely to your immediate circle now resident at Brinkley Court.’
‘You have held me up at the bar of world opinion as a man who has not got all his marbles.’
‘It was not easy to think of an alternative scheme, sir.’
‘And let me tell you,’ said, and I meant this to sting, ‘it’s amazing that you got away with it.’
‘Sir?’
‘There’s a flaw in your story that sticks up like a sore thumb.’
‘Sir?’
‘It’s no good standing there saying “Sir?”, Jeeves. It’s obvious. The cow-creamer was in Glossop’s bedroom. How did he account for that?’
‘On my suggestion, sir, he explained that he had removed it from your room, where he had ascertained that you had hidden it after purloining it from Mr Cream.’
I started.
‘You mean,’ I… yes, thundered would be the word, ‘You mean that I am now labelled not only as a loony in a general sort of way but also as a klept-whatever-it-is?’
‘Merely to your immediate circle now resident at Brinkley Court, sir.’
‘You keep saying that, and you must know it’s the purest apple sauce. You don’t really think the Creams will maintain a tactful reserve? They’ll dine out on it for years. Returning to America, they’ll spread the story from the rock-bound coasts of Maine to the Everglades of Florida, with the result that when I go over there again, keen looks will be shot at