are worth—they were a present from my poor father——” “Now, alas, no more—” chipped in the brother. “But I know they must be worth ever so much more than the amount we want.” Dashed embarrassing. Made me feel like a pawnbroker. More than a touch of popping the watch about the whole business. “No, I say, really,” I protested. “There’s no need of any security, you know, or any rot of that kind. Only too glad to let you have the money. I’ve got it on me, as a matter of fact. Rather luckily drew some this morning.” And I fished it out and pushed it across. The brother shook his head. “Mr. Wooster,” he said, “we appreciate your generosity, your beautiful, heartening confidence in us, but we cannot permit this.” “What Sidney means,” said the girl, “is that you really don’t know anything about us when you come to think of it. You mustn’t risk lending all this money without any security at all to two people who, after all, are almost strangers. If I hadn’t thought that you would be quite business-like about this I would never have dared to come to you.” “The idea of—er—pledging the pearls at the local Mont de Piété? was, you will readily understand, repugnant to us,” said the brother. “If you will just give me a receipt, as a matter of form——” “Oh, right-o!” I wrote out the receipt and handed it over, feeling more or less of an ass. “Here you are,” I said. The girl took the piece of paper, shoved it in her bag, grabbed the money and slipped it to brother Sidney, and then, before I knew what was happening, she had darted at me, kissed me, and legged it from the room. I’m bound to say the thing rattled me. So dashed sudden and unexpected. I mean, a girl like that. Always been quiet and demure and what not—by no means the sort of female you’d have expected to go about the place kissing fellows. Through a sort of mist I could see that Jeeves had appeared from the background and was helping the brother on with his coat; and I remember wondering idly how the dickens a man could bring himself to wear a
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