“ Yes, I’m a splendid fellow,” I agreed, slightly perplexed by this panegyric. “Get on.”
“ I am getting on, old horse,” said Ukridge with faint reproach. “What I’m trying to say is that I knew you would-be delighted to tackle this little job for me. It wasn’t necessary to ask you. I knew. ”
A grim foreboding of an awful doom crept over me, as it had done so often before in my association with Ukridge.
“ Will you kindly tell me what damned thing you’ve let me in for now?”
Ukridge deprecated my warmth with a wave of his fork. He spoke soothingly and with a winning persuasiveness. He practically cooed.
“ It’s nothing, laddie. Practically nothing. Just a simple little act of kindness which you will thank me for putting in your way. It’s like this. As I ought to have fores
