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Right Ho, Jeeves
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P. G. Wodehouse
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“No,
sir.”
“Very
well,
then.”
And,
taking
form
and
p.,
I
drafted
the
following:
Fink-Nottle
Brinkley
Court,
Market
Snodsbury
Worcestershire
Lay
off
the
sausages.
Avoid
the
ham.
Bertie.
“Send
that
off,
Jeeves,
instanter.”
“Very
good,
sir.”
I
sank
back
on
the
pillows.
“Well,
Jeeves,”
I
said,
“you
see
how
I
am
taking
hold.
You
notice
the
grip
I
am
getting
on
this
case.
No
doubt
you
realize
now
that
it
would
pay
you
to
study
my
methods.”
“No
doubt,
sir.”
“And
even
now
you
aren’t
on
to
the
full
depths
of
the
extraordinary
sagacity
I’ve
shown.
Do
you
know
what
brought
Aunt
Dahlia
up
here
this
morning?
She
came
to
tell
me
I’d
got
to
distribute
the
prizes
at
some
beastly
seminary
she’s
a
governor
of
down
at
Market
Snodsbury.”
“Indeed,
sir?
I
fear
you
will
scarcely
find
that
a
congenial
task.”
“Ah,
but
I’m
not
going
to
do
it.
I’m
going
to
shove
it
off
on
to
Gussie.”
“Sir?”
“I
propose,
Jeeves,
to
wire
to
Aunt
Dahlia
saying
that
I
can’t
get
down,
and
suggesting
that
she
unleashes
him
on
these
young
Borstal
inmates
of
hers
in
my
stead.”
“But
if
Mr.
Fink-Nottle
should
decline,
sir?”
“Decline?
Can
you
see
him
declining?
Just
conjure
up
the
picture
in
your
mind,
Jeeves.
Scene,
the
drawing-room
at
Brinkley;
Gussie
wedged
into
a
corner,
with
Aunt
Dahlia
standing
over
him
making
hunting
noises.
I
put
it
to
you,
Jeeves,
can
you
see
him
declining?”
“Not
readily,
sir.
I
agree.
Mrs.
Travers
is
a
forceful
personality.”
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