Part 18 (1/2)
”Bertie,” he said, ”I want your advice.”
”Carry on.”
”At least, not your advice, because that wouldn't be much good to anybody. I mean, you're a pretty consummate old a.s.s, aren't you? Not that I want to hurt your feelings, of course.”
”No, no, I see that.”
”What I wish you would do is to put the whole thing to that fellow Jeeves of yours, and see what he suggests. You've often told me that he has helped other pals of yours out of messes. From what you tell me, he's by way of being the brains of the family.”
”He's never let me down yet.”
”Then put my case to him.”
”What case?”
”My problem.”
”What problem?”
”Why, you poor fish, my uncle, of course. What do you think my uncle's going to say to all this? If I sprang it on him cold, he'd tie himself in knots on the hearthrug.”
”One of these emotional Johnnies, eh?”
”Somehow or other his mind has got to be prepared to receive the news.
But how?”
”Ah!”
”That's a lot of help, that 'ah'! You see, I'm pretty well dependent on the old boy. If he cut off my allowance, I should be very much in the soup. So you put the whole binge to Jeeves and see if he can't scare up a happy ending somehow. Tell him my future is in his hands, and that, if the wedding bells ring out, he can rely on me, even unto half my kingdom. Well, call it ten quid. Jeeves would exert himself with ten quid on the horizon, what?”
”Undoubtedly,” I said.
I wasn't in the least surprised at Bingo wanting to lug Jeeves into his private affairs like this. It was the first thing I would have thought of doing myself if I had been in any hole of any description. As I have frequently had occasion to observe, he is a bird of the ripest intellect, full of bright ideas. If anybody could fix things for poor old Bingo, he could.
I stated the case to him that night after dinner.
”Jeeves.”
”Sir?”
”Are you busy just now?”
”No, sir.”
”I mean, not doing anything in particular?”
”No, sir. It is my practice at this hour to read some improving book; but, if you desire my services, this can easily be postponed, or, indeed, abandoned altogether.”
”Well, I want your advice. It's about Mr. Little.”