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'I have enjoyed the chances my commercial life has given me of associating with such a man as Comrade Bickersdyke. In many ways a master-mind. But perhaps it is as well to close the chapter. How it happened it is hard to say, but somehow I fancy I did not precisely hit it off with Comrade Bickersdyke.
Mike could not help feeling that there was more in the matter than met the eye. Mr Bickersdyke had not spoken as if it gave him any pleasure to reprieve him. On the contrary, his manner was distinctly brusque. Mike was thoroughly puzzled. To Psmith's statement, that he had talked the matter over quietly with the manager and brought things to a satisfactory conclusion, he had paid little attention.
'Tell Mr Bickersdyke that story of yours, said Mr Gregory. 'Surely, said Psmith reprovingly, 'this is no time for anecdotes. Mr Bickersdyke is busy. He 'Tell him what you told me about Jackson. Mr Bickersdyke looked up inquiringly.
Everything came to him in a flash. The hands of the clock whizzed back. He was no longer Mr John Bickersdyke, manager of the London branch of the New Asiatic Bank, lying on a sofa in the Cumberland Street Turkish Baths.
The blow to the management, especially to Comrade Bickersdyke, will be a painful one, but it is the truest kindness to administer it swiftly. Let me resign tomorrow, and devote my time to quiet study. Then I can pop up to Cambridge next term, and all will be well. 'I'll think it over began Mr Smith. 'Let us hustle, urged Psmith. 'Let us Do It Now. It is the only way.
At first Mike's face was bored and blank, but suddenly an interested look came into it. 'Aha! said Psmith. 'Who's Bickersdyke? Anything to do with our Bickersdyke? 'No other than our genial friend himself. Mike turned the pages, reading a line or two on each. 'Hullo! he said, chuckling. 'He lets himself go a bit, doesn't he! 'He does, acknowledged Psmith.
Psmith stood beside the table with languid grace, suggestive of some favoured confidential secretary waiting for instructions. A ponderous silence brooded over the room for some moments. Psmith broke it by remarking that the Bank Rate was unchanged. He mentioned this fact as if it afforded him a personal gratification. Mr Bickersdyke spoke. 'Well, Mr Smith? he said.
He sat down beside his table, and began to observe the play with silent interest. Mr Bickersdyke, never a great performer at the best of times, was so unsettled by the scrutiny that in the deciding game of the rubber he revoked, thereby presenting his opponents with the rubber by a very handsome majority of points. Psmith clicked his tongue sympathetically.
The way he himself looked at it, said Psmith, was that the thing had been a moral victory for the United. Mr Rossiter said yes, he thought so too. And it was at this moment that Mr Bickersdyke sent for him to ask whether Psmith's work was satisfactory. The head of the Postage Department gave his opinion without hesitation. Psmith's work was about the hottest proposition he had ever struck.
But let us dismiss him from our minds. Rumours have reached me, said Psmith, 'that a very decent little supper may be obtained at a quaint, old-world eating-house called the Savoy. Will you accompany me thither on a tissue-restoring expedition? It would be rash not to probe these rumours to their foundation, and ascertain their exact truth. Mr Bickersdyke Addresses His Constituents
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