Jeeves and the Feudal Spirit
Table of Contents
Praise for the Author
About the Author
By the Same Author
Title Page
Copyright Page
Title Page
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 11
CHAPTER 12
CHAPTER 13
CHAPTER 14
CHAPTER 15
CHAPTER 16
CHAPTER 17
CHAPTER 18
CHAPTER 19
CHAPTER 20
CHAPTER 21
CHAPTER 22
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'I've recorded all the Jeeves books, and I can tell you this: it's like singing Mozart. The perfection of the phrasing is a physical pleasure. I doubt if any writer in the English language has more perfect music' Simon Callow
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The author of almost a hundred books and the creator of Jeeves, Blandings Castle, Psmith, Ukridge, Uncle Fred and Mr Mulliner, P.G. Wodehouse was born in 1881 and educated at Dulwich College. After two years with the Hong Kong and Shanghai Bank he became a full-time writer, contributing to a variety of periodicals including Punch and the Globe. He married in 1914. As well as his novels and short stories, he wrote lyrics for musical comedies with Guy Bolton and Jerome Kern, and at one time had five musicals running simultaneously on Broadway. His time in Hollywood also provided much source material for fiction.
At the age of 93, in the New Year's Honours List of 1975, he received a long-overdue knighthood, only to die on St Valentine's Day some 45 days later.
Some of the P.G. Wodehouse titles to be published
by Arrow in 2008
JEEVES
The Inimitable Jeeves
Carry On, Jeeves
Very Good, Jeeves
Thank You, Jeeves
Right Ho, Jeeves
The Code of the Woosters
Joy in the Morning
The Mating Season
Ring for Jeeves
Jeeves and the Feudal Spirit
Jeeves in the Offing
Stiff Upper Lip, Jeeves
Much Obliged, Jeeves
Aunts Aren't Gentlemen
UNCLE FRED
Cocktail Time
Uncle Dynamite
BLANDINGS
Something Fresh
Leave it to Psmith
Summer Lightning
Blandings Castle
Uncle Fred in the Springtime
Full Moon
Pigs Have Wings
Service with a Smile
A Pelican at Blandings
MULLINER
Meet Mr Mulliner
Mulliner Nights
Mr Mulliner Speaking
GOLF
The Clicking of Cuthbert
The Heart of a Goof
OTHERS
Piccadilly Jim
Ukridge
The Luck of the Bodkins
Laughing Gas
A Damsel in Distress
The Small Bachelor
Hot Water
Summer Moonshine
The Adventures of Sally
Money for Nothing
The Girl in Blue
Big Money
P.G. WODEHOUSE
Jeeves and the
Feudal Spirit
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Jeeves and the
Feudal Spirit
CHAPTER 1
As I sat in the bath-tub, soaping a meditative foot and singing, if I remember correctly, Tale Hands I Loved Beside the Shalimar', it would be deceiving my public to say that I was feeling boomps-a-daisy The evening that lay before me promised to be one of those sticky evenings, no good to man or beast. My Aunt Dahlia, writing from her country residence, Brinkley Court down in Worcestershire, had asked me as a personal favour to take some acquaintances of hers out to dinner, a couple of the name of Trotter.
They were, she said, creeps of the first water and would bore the pants off me, but it was imperative that they be given the old oil, because she was in the middle of a very tricky business deal with the male half of the sketch and at such times every little helps. 'Don't fail me, my beautiful bountiful Bertie', her letter had concluded, on a note of poignant appeal.
Well, this Dahlia is my good and deserving aunt, not to be confused with Aunt Agatha, the one who kills rats with her teeth and devours her young, so when she says Don't fail me, I don't fail her. But, as I say, I was in no sense looking forward to the binge. The view I took of it was that the curse had come upon me.
It had done so, moreover, at a moment when I was already lowered spiritually by the fact that for the last couple of weeks or so, Jeeves had been away on his summer holiday. Round about the beginning of July each year he downs tools, the slacker, and goes off to Bognor Regis for the shrimping, leaving me in much the same position as those poets one used to have to read at school who were always beefing about losing gazelles. For without this right-hand man at his side Bertram Wooster becomes a mere shadow of his former self and in no condition to cope with any ruddy Trotters.
Brooding darkly on these Trotters, whoever they might be, I was starting to scour the left elbow and had switched to Ah, Sweet Mystery of Life', when my reverie was interrupted by the sound of a soft footstep in the bedroom, and I sat up, alert and, as you might say, agog, the soap frozen in my grasp. If feet were stepping softly in my sleeping quarters, it could only mean, I felt, unless of course a burglar had happened to drop in, that the prop of the establishment had returned from his vacation, no doubt looking bronzed and fit.
A quiet cough told me that I had reasoned astutely, and I gave tongue.
'Is that you, Jeeves?'
'Yes, sir.'
'Home again, what?'
'Yes, sir.'
'Welcome to 3a Berkeley Mansions, London, W.l,' I said, feeling like a shepherd when a strayed sheep comes trickling back to the fold. 'Did you have a good time?'
'Most agreeable, thank you, sir.'
'You must tell me all about it.'
'Certainly, sir, at your convenience.'
'I'll bet you hold me spellbound. What are you doing in there?'
A letter has just arrived for you, sir. I was placing it on the dressing-table. Will you be dining in, sir?'
'No, out, blast it! A blind date with some slabs of gorgonzola sponsored by Aunt Dahlia. So if you want to go to the club, carry on.'
As I have mentioned elsewhere in these memoirs of mine, Jeeves belongs to a rather posh club for butlers and valets called the Junior Ganymede, situated somewhere in Curzon Street, and I knew that after his absence from the metropolis he would be all eagerness to buzz round there and hobnob with the boys, picking up the threads and all that sort of thing. When I've been away for a week or two, my first move is always to make a beeline for the Drones.
'I can see you getting a rousing welcome from the members, with a hey-nonny-nonny and a hot cha-cha,' I said. 'Did I hear you say something about there being a letter for me?'
'Yes, sir. It was delivered a moment ago by special messenger.'
'Important, do you think?'
'One can only conjecture, sir.'
'Better open it and read contents.'
'Very good, sir.'
There was a stage wait of about a minute and a half, during which, my moodiness now much lightened, I rendered 'Roll Out the Barrel', 'I Love a Lassie', and 'Every Day I Bring Thee Violets', in the order named. In due season his voice filtered through the woodwork.
'The letter is of considerable length, sir. Perhaps if I were to give you its substance?'
'Do so, Jeeves. All ready at this end.'
'It is from a Mr Percy Gorringe, sir. Omitting extraneous matter and concentrating on essentials, Mr Gorringe wishes to borrow a thousand pounds from you.'
I started sharply, causing the soap to shoot from my hand and fall with a dull thud on the bath mat. With no preliminary warning to soften the shock, his words had momentarily unmanned me. It is not often that one is confronted with earbiting on so majestic a scale, a fiver till next Wednesday being about the normal tariff.
'You said... what, Jeeves? A thousand pounds? But who is this hound of hell? I don't know any Gorringes.'
'I gather from his communication that you and the gentleman have not met, sir. But he mentions that he is the stepson of a Mr L. G. Trotter, with whom Mrs Travers appears to be acquainted.'
I nodded. Not much use, of course, as he couldn't see me.
'Yes, he's on solid ground there,' I admitted. 'Aunt Dahlia does know Trotter. He's the bloke she has asked me to put the nosebag on with tonight. So far, so good. But I don't see that being Trotter's stepson entitles this Gorringe to think he can sit on my lap and help himself to the contents of my wallet. I mean, it isn't a case of "Any stepson of yours, L. G. Trotter, is a stepson of mine". Dash it, Jeeves, once start letting yourself be touched by stepsons, and where are you? The word flies round the family circle that you're a good provider, and up roll all the sisters and cousins and aunts and nephews and uncles to stake out their claims, several being injured in the crush. The place becomes a shambles.'
'There is much in what you say, sir, but it appears to be not so much a loan as an investment that the gentleman is seeking. He wishes to give you the opportunity of contributing the money to the production of his dramatization of Lady Florence Craye's novel Spindrift.'
'Oh, that's it, is it? I see. Yes, one begins to follow the trend of thought.'
This Florence Craye is ... well, I suppose you would call her a sort of step-cousin of mine or cousin once removed or something of that nature. She is Lord Worplesdon's daughter, and old W. in a moment of temporary insanity recently married my Aunt Agatha en secondes noces, as I believe the expression is. She is one of those intellectual girls, her bean crammed to bursting point with the little grey cells, and about a year ago, possibly because she was full of the divine fire but more probably because she wanted something to take her mind off Aunt Agatha, she wrote this novel and it was well received by the intelligentsia, who notoriously enjoy the most frightful bilge.
'Did you ever read Spindrift ?' I asked, retrieving the soap.
'I skimmed through it, sir.'
'What did you think of it? Go on, Jeeves, don't be coy. The word begins with an 1.'
'Well, sir, I would not go so far as to apply to it the adjective which I fancy you have in mind, but it seemed to me a somewhat immature production lacking in significant form. My personal tastes lie more in the direction of Dostoevsky and the great Russians. Nevertheless, the story was not wholly devoid of interest and might quite possibly have its appeal for the theatre-going public.'
I mused awhile. I was trying to remember something, but couldn't think what. Then I got it.
'But I don't understand this,' I said. 'I distinctly recall Aunt Dahlia telling me that Florence had told her that some manager had taken the play and was going to put it on. Poor misguided sap, I recollect saying. Well, if that is so, why is Percy dashing about trying to get into people's ribs like this? What does he wa
nt a thousand quid for? These are deep waters, Jeeves.'
'That is explained in the gentleman's letter, sir. It appears that one of the syndicate financing the venture, who had promised the sum in question, finds himself unable to fulfil his obligations. This, I believe, frequently happens in the world of the theatre.'
I mused again, letting the moisture from the sponge slide over the torso. Another point presented itself.
'But why didn't Florence tell Percy to go and have a pop at Stilton Cheesewright? She being engaged to him, I mean. One would have thought that Stilton, linked to her by bonds of love, would have been the people's choice.'
'Possibly Mr Cheesewright has not a thousand pounds at his disposal, sir.'
'That's true. I see what you're driving at. Whereas I have, you mean?'
'Precisely, sir.'
The situation had clarified somewhat. Now that I had the facts, I could discern that Percy's move had been based on sound principles. When you are trying to raise a thousand quid, the first essential, of course, is to go to someone who has got a thousand quid, and no doubt he had learned from Florence that I was stagnant with the stuff. But where he had made his error was in supposing that I was the king of the mugs and in the habit of scattering vast sums like birdseed to all and sundry.
'Would you back a play, Jeeves?'
'No, sir.'
'Nor would I. I'll meet him with a firm nolle prosequi, I think, don't you, and keep the money in the old oak chest?'
'I would certainly advocate such a move, sir.'
'Right. Percy gets the bird. Let him eat cake. And now to a more urgent matter. While I'm dressing, will you be mixing me a strengthening cocktail?'
'Certainly, sir. A martini or one of my specials?'
'The latter.'
I spoke in no uncertain voice. It was not merely the fact that I was up against an evening with a couple whom Aunt Dahlia, always a good judge, had described as creeps that influenced this decision on my part. I needed fortifying for another reason.