a who
bung their astral bodies about--the chaps, I mean, who having gone into
thin air in Bombay, reassemble the parts and appear two minutes later in
Calcutta. Only some such theory will account for the fact that he's not
there one moment and is there the next. He just seems to float from Spot
A to Spot B like some form of gas.
"Have you seen Mr. Fink-Nottle, Jeeves?"
"No, sir."
"I'm going to murder him."
"Very good, sir."
Tuppy withdrew, banging the door behind him, and I put Jeeves abreast.
"Jeeves," I said, "do you know what? Mr. Fink-Nottle is engaged to my
Cousin Angela."
"Indeed, sir?"
"Well, how about it? Do you grasp the psychology? Does it make sense?
Only a few hours ago he was engaged to Miss Bassett."
"Gentlemen who have been discarded by one young lady are often apt to
attach themselves without delay to another, sir. It is what is known as a
gesture."
I began to grasp.
"I see what you mean. Defiant stuff."
"Yes, sir."
"A sort of 'Oh, right-ho, please yourself, but if you don't want me,
there are plenty who do.'"
"Precisely, sir. My Cousin George----"
"Never mind about your Cousin George, Jeeves."
"Very good, sir."
"Keep him for the long winter evenings, what?"
"Just as you wish, sir."
"And, anyway, I bet your Cousin George wasn't a shrinking,
non-goose-bo-ing jellyfish like Gussie. That is what astounds me,
Jeeves--that it should be Gussie who has been putting in all this heavy
gesture-making stuff."
"You must remember, sir, that Mr. Fink-Nottle is in a somewhat inflamed
cerebral condition."
"That's true. A bit above par at the moment, as it were?"
"Exactly, sir."
"Well, I'll tell you one thing--he'll be in a jolly sight more inflamed
cerebral condition if Tuppy gets hold of him.... What's the time?"
"Just on eight o'clock, sir."
"Then Tuppy has been chasing him for two hours and a half. We must save
the unfortunate blighter, Jeeves."
"Yes, sir."
"A human life is a human life, what?"
"Exceedingly true, sir."
"The first thing, then, is to find him. After that we can discuss plans
and schemes. Go forth, Jeeves, and scour the neighbourhood."
"It will not be necessary, sir. If you will glance behind you, you will
see Mr. Fink-Nottle coming out from beneath your bed."
And, by Jove, he was absolutely right.
There was Gussie, emerging as stated. He was covered with fluff and
looked like a tortoise popping forth for a bit of a breather.
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