Jeeves got back late the next day.
‘Well?’ I said.
Jeeves appeared perturbed. He allowed his left eyebrow to flicker upwards in a concerned sort of manner.
‘I have done what I could, sir,’ he said, ‘but I fear Mr Little’s chances do not appear bright. Since our last visit, sir, there has been a decidedly sinister and disquieting development.’
‘Oh, what’s that?’
‘You may remember Mr Steggles, sir—the young gentleman who was studying for an examination with Mr Heppenstall at the Vicarage?’
‘What’s Steggles got to do with it?’ I asked.
‘I gather from Brookfield, sir, who chanced to overhear a conversation, that Mr Steggles is interesting himself in the affair.’
‘Good Lord! What, making a book on it?’
‘I understand that he is accepting wagers from those in his immediate circle, sir. A
