‘But what about Van Alstyne, or whatever his name is? He’ll be expecting you to turn up.’
‘Oh, he’ll have Eustace. That’ll satisfy him. Very sound fellow, Eustace. Probably end up by being a magnate of some kind. I shall watch his future progress with considerable interest. And now you must excuse me for a moment, Bertie. I want to go and hunt up Jeeves and get him to mix me one of those pick-me-ups of his. For some reason which I can’t explain, I’ve got a slight headache this morning.’
And, believe me or believe me not, the door had hardly closed behind him when in blew Eustace with a shining morning face that made me ill to look at.
‘Oh, my aunt!’ I said.
Eustace started to giggle pretty freely.
‘Smooth work, Bertie, smooth work!’ he said. ‘I’m sorry for poor old Claude, but there w
