Now, touching this business of old Jeeves - my man, you know - how do we stand? Lots of people think I'm much too depen- dent on him. My Aunt Agatha, in fact, has even gone so far as to call him my keeper. Well, what I say is: Why not?

The man's a genius. From the collar upward he stands alone. I gave up trying to run my own affairs within a week of his coming to me. That was about half a dozen years ago, directly after the rather rummy business of Florence Craye, my Uncle Willoughby's book, and Edwin, the Boy Scout.