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Right Ho, Jeeves
·
P. G. Wodehouse
232
“Good
Lord!
Not
the
old
fire-alarm
thing?”
“Precisely,
sir.”
“You’re
still
sticking
to
that?”
“Yes,
sir.”
It
shows
how
much
the
ghastly
blow
I
had
received
had
shaken
me
when
I
say
that,
instead
of
dismissing
the
proposal
with
a
curt
“Tchah!”
or
anything
like
that,
I
found
myself
speculating
as
to
whether
there
might
not
be
something
in
it,
after
all.
When
he
had
first
mooted
this
fire-alarm
scheme
of
his,
I
had
sat
upon
it,
if
you
remember,
with
the
maximum
of
promptitude
and
vigour.
“Rotten”
was
the
adjective
I
had
employed
to
describe
it,
and
you
may
recall
that
I
mused
a
bit
sadly,
considering
the
idea
conclusive
proof
of
the
general
breakdown
of
a
once
fine
mind.
But
now
it
somehow
began
to
look
as
if
it
might
have
possibilities.
The
fact
of
the
matter
was
that
I
had
about
reached
the
stage
where
I
was
prepared
to
try
anything
once,
however
goofy.
“Just
run
through
that
wheeze
again,
Jeeves,”
I
said
thoughtfully.
“I
remember
thinking
it
cuckoo,
but
it
may
be
that
I
missed
some
of
the
finer
shades.”
“Your
criticism
of
it
at
the
time,
sir,
was
that
it
was
too
elaborate,
but
I
do
not
think
it
is
so
in
reality.
As
I
see
it,
sir,
the
occupants
of
the
house,
hearing
the
fire
bell
ring,
will
suppose
that
a
conflagration
has
broken
out.”
I
nodded.
One
could
follow
the
train
of
thought.
“Yes,
that
seems
reasonable.”
“Whereupon
Mr.
Glossop
will
hasten
to
save
Miss
Angela,
while
Mr.
Fink-Nottle
performs
the
same
office
for
Miss
Bassett.”
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