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Right Ho, Jeeves
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P. G. Wodehouse
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“Extremely,
sir.”
I
eyed
the
jug.
Uncle
Tom’s
photograph
had
fallen
into
the
fender,
and
it
was
standing
there
right
out
in
the
open,
where
Gussie
couldn’t
have
helped
seeing
it.
Mercifully,
it
was
empty
now.
“It
was
a
most
prudent
act
on
your
part,
if
I
may
say
so,
sir,
to
dispose
of
the
orange
juice.”
I
stared
at
the
man.
“What?
Didn’t
you?”
“No,
sir.”
“Jeeves,
let
us
get
this
clear.
Was
it
not
you
who
threw
away
that
o.j.?”
“No,
sir.
I
assumed,
when
I
entered
the
room
and
found
the
pitcher
empty,
that
you
had
done
so.”
We
looked
at
each
other,
awed.
Two
minds
with
but
a
single
thought.
“I
very
much
fear,
sir----”
“So
do
I,
Jeeves.”
“It
would
seem
almost
certain----”
“Quite
certain.
Weigh
the
facts.
Sift
the
evidence.
The
jug
was
standing
on
the
mantelpiece,
for
all
eyes
to
behold.
Gussie
had
been
complaining
of
thirst.
You
found
him
in
here,
laughing
heartily.
I
think
that
there
can
be
little
doubt,
Jeeves,
that
the
entire
contents
of
that
jug
are
at
this
moment
reposing
on
top
of
the
existing
cargo
in
that
already
brilliantly
lit
man’s
interior.
Disturbing,
Jeeves.”
“Most
disturbing,
sir.”
“Let
us
face
the
position,
forcing
ourselves
to
be
calm.
You
inserted
in
that
jug--shall
we
say
a
tumblerful
of
the
right
stuff?”
“Fully
a
tumblerful,
sir.”
“And
I
added
of
my
plenty
about
the
same
amount.”
“Yes,
sir.”
“And
in
two
shakes
of
a
duck’s
tail
Gussie,
with
all
that
lapping
about
inside
him,
will
be
distributing
the
prizes
at
Market
Snodsbury
Grammar
School
before
an
audience
of
all
that
is
fairest
and
most
refined
in
the
county.”
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