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What I had been hoping, of course, was to see Tuppy bending solicitously over Angela in one corner, while Gussie fanned the Bassett with a towel in the other.
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."
I was concerned. "Hasn't she come clustering round you yet?" "She has not." "Very odd." "Why odd?" "She must have noted your lack of appetite." He barked raspingly, as if he were having trouble with the tonsils of the soul. "Lack of appetite! I'm as hollow as the Grand Canyon." "Courage, Tuppy! Think of Gandhi." "What about Gandhi?" "He hasn't had a square meal for years."
Possibly you may recollect that it was an axiom of the late Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's fictional detective, Sherlock Holmes, that the instinct of everyone, upon an alarm of fire, is to save the object dearest to them." "It seems to me that there is a grave danger of seeing Tuppy come out carrying a steak-and-kidney pie, but resume, Jeeves, resume. You think that this would clean everything up?"
A cooler thinker than Aunt Dahlia, I had already guessed the hidden springs and motives which had led him to the roof. Where she had seen only a cockeyed reveller indulging himself in a drunken prank or whimsy, I had spotted the hunted fawn. "Was Tuppy after you?" I asked sympathetically. What I believe is called a frisson shook him. "He nearly got me on the top landing.
There was a sort of whir and blur, and he was no longer with us. I think Tuppy was surprised. In fact, I'm sure he was. Despite the confidence with which he had stated his view that the cupboard contained Fink-Nottles, it plainly disconcerted him to have the chap fizzing out at him like this. He gargled sharply, and jumped back about five feet.
I'd pity the girl who was linked for life to a bargee like Tuppy Glossop." And I emitted a hard laugh one of the sneering kind. "I always thought you were such friends," said Angela. I let go another hard one, with a bit more top spin on it than the first time: "Friends? Absolutely not. One was civil, of course, when one met the fellow, but it would be absurd to say one was a friend of his.
Yes, most decidedly, Cannes was the point d'appui. Right ho, then. Let me marshal my facts. I went to Cannes leaving Jeeves behind, he having intimated that he did not wish to miss Ascot round about the beginning of June. With me travelled my Aunt Dahlia and her daughter Angela. Tuppy Glossop, Angela's betrothed, was to have been of the party, but at the last moment couldn't get away.
I can't remember ever having met a better right-and-left-hand snorter. "What do you mean, 'home truths'? I'm not fat." "No, no." "And what's wrong with the colour of my hair?" "Quite in order, Tuppy, old man. The hair, I mean." "And I'm not a bit thin on the top.... What the dickens are you grinning about?" "Not grinning. Just smiling slightly.
Tuppy had the air of a condemned murderer refusing to make the usual hearty breakfast before tooling off to the execution shed. And as for Gussie Fink-Nottle, many an experienced undertaker would have been deceived by his appearance and started embalming him on sight. This was the first glimpse I had had of Gussie since we parted at my flat, and I must say his demeanour disappointed me.
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