jellicoe's

Updated: June 5, 2025

It was pitch-dark in the dormitory, but Mike could follow the invaders' movements as clearly as if it had been broad daylight. They had opened the door and were listening. Jellicoe's breathing grew more asthmatic; he was flinging himself into his part with the wholeheartedness of the true artist. The creak was followed by a sound of whispering, then another creak.

P. G. (Pelham Grenville) Wodehouse - Mike and Psmith