>me. Bingo Little was back in town and had been trying to get in
>touch. He told Jeeves that he had something of importance to discuss
>with me but wouldn't breathe a word of it to anybody else. I was
>going to have to meet him at the club.

"Oh I say, dash it all, Jeeves - what?", I said in masterful but muted tone.
You see, Marlowe, P. was more than a trifle subdued that morning, having had
a somewhat lively night of it with old Whopper Marriott. All to do with
this rather rummy business of old Moosie Molloy and Velma the showgirl.
Moosie had been rather insistent that I find Velma, so I'd been to see Aunt
Jessie who used to own Florian's - a lively spot sometimes frequented by
discernng members of The Drones. Frankly, she was rather a rum old bird, a
bit unsteady on her pins. She seemed to be on a family-sized toot, and I'll
wager that she views this morning's throbbing Marlowe noodle with unbridled
envy.

Well, she gives Whopper my card and he asks me to toddle out to a canyon
with him to retrieve a jade necklace. I'm a trifle hazy on chapter and
verse but I think Edwin the Boy Scout had taken it for cleaning as his Good
Deed For The Day and it had been put in the post to Stilton Cheesewright by
Gussie Fink-Nottle, thinking it was his article on the amphibian digestive
tract for Newt Fancier's Weekly (with which is incorporated Axelotl
World). Anyway, I must have unwittingly imbibed an extra tincture or two
before we left, because I woke up on the ground wondering what these chaps
put in their cocktails. And poor old Whopper looked beyond the reach of
even one of Jeeves's pick-me-ups.

So your hero was in pensive mood over the eggs and b. Jeeves re-entered as
I pronged a moody forkful.
"Jeeves," I said, " you find me agitated and ill at ease. All is Not Well"
"Indeed, sir?"
"Yes, Jeeves. Indeed." Sometimes a fellow has to take a firm line. "Now
cluster round, there's a good chap. I need a drink. I need a jolly long
holiday. And some life insurance would not be far out of place, either."
"No doubt, sir. However, the items to hand are a coat, a hat and a gun. I
have taken the liberty of laying them out for you, sir, and drawing your
bath"

What's the bally use, eh?
"Oh. Right-oh, then," I said. Well, what's a chap to do? The man's the
original Irresitible Force. Even old Moosie quails before him.

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Sid
Shepherds Bush, West London
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