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Right Ho, Jeeves
·
P. G. Wodehouse
152
“I
believe
it
was
you
who
tipped
her
off
that
I
was
in
the
larder
last
night,
so
that
she
could
find
me
there
with
that
pie,
thus
damaging
my
prestige.”
“My
dear
Tuppy!
A
Wooster?”
I
was
shocked.
“You
think
a
Wooster
would
do
that?”
He
breathed
heavily.
“Listen,”
he
said.
“It’s
no
good
your
standing
there
arguing.
You
can’t
get
away
from
the
facts.
Somebody
stole
her
from
me
at
Cannes.
You
told
me
yourself
that
she
was
with
you
all
the
time
at
Cannes
and
hardly
saw
anybody
else.
You
gloated
over
the
mixed
bathing,
and
those
moonlight
walks
you
had
together----”
“Not
gloated.
Just
mentioned
them.”
“So
now
you
understand
why,
as
soon
as
I
can
get
you
clear
of
this
damned
bench,
I
am
going
to
tear
you
limb
from
limb.
Why
they
have
these
bally
benches
in
gardens,”
said
Tuppy
discontentedly,
“is
more
than
I
can
see.
They
only
get
in
the
way.”
He
ceased,
and,
grabbing
out,
missed
me
by
a
hair’s
breadth.
It
was
a
moment
for
swift
thinking,
and
it
is
at
such
moments,
as
I
have
already
indicated,
that
Bertram
Wooster
is
at
his
best.
I
suddenly
remembered
the
recent
misunderstanding
with
the
Bassett,
and
with
a
flash
of
clear
vision
saw
that
this
was
where
it
was
going
to
come
in
handy.
“You’ve
got
it
all
wrong,
Tuppy,”
I
said,
moving
to
the
left.
“True,
I
saw
a
lot
of
Angela,
but
my
dealings
with
her
were
on
a
basis
from
start
to
finish
of
the
purest
and
most
wholesome
camaraderie.
I
can
prove
it.
During
that
sojourn
in
Cannes
my
affections
were
engaged
elsewhere.”
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