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Right Ho, Jeeves
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P. G. Wodehouse
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“I
beg
your
pardon,
sir,”
he
said.
“I
should
have
moved
to
one
side.”
I
did
not
reply.
I
stood
looking
at
him
in
silence.
For
the
sight
of
him
had
opened
up
a
new
line
of
thought.
This
Jeeves,
now,
I
reflected.
I
had
formed
the
opinion
that
he
had
lost
his
grip
and
was
no
longer
the
force
he
had
been,
but
was
it
not
possible,
I
asked
myself,
that
I
might
be
mistaken?
Start
him
off
exploring
avenues
and
might
he
not
discover
one
through
which
I
would
be
enabled
to
sneak
off
to
safety,
leaving
no
hard
feelings
behind?
I
found
myself
answering
that
it
was
quite
on
the
cards
that
he
might.
After
all,
his
head
still
bulged
out
at
the
back
as
of
old.
One
noted
in
the
eyes
the
same
intelligent
glitter.
Mind
you,
after
what
had
passed
between
us
in
the
matter
of
that
white
mess-jacket
with
the
brass
buttons,
I
was
not
prepared
absolutely
to
hand
over
to
the
man.
I
would,
of
course,
merely
take
him
into
consultation.
But,
recalling
some
of
his
earlier
triumphs--the
Sipperley
Case,
the
Episode
of
My
Aunt
Agatha
and
the
Dog
McIntosh,
and
the
smoothly
handled
Affair
of
Uncle
George
and
The
Barmaid’s
Niece
were
a
few
that
sprang
to
my
mind--I
felt
justified
at
least
in
offering
him
the
opportunity
of
coming
to
the
aid
of
the
young
master
in
his
hour
of
peril.
But
before
proceeding
further,
there
was
one
thing
that
had
got
to
be
understood
between
us,
and
understood
clearly.
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