Psmith Is Ready For Anything DO YOU WANT Someone To Manage Your Affairs? Someone To Handle Your Business? Someone To Take The Dog For A Run? Someone To Assassinate Your Aunt? PSMITH WILL DO IT CRIME NOT OBJECTED TO Whatever Job You Have To Offer (Provided It Has Nothing To Do With Fish) LEAVE IT TO PSMITH! Address Applications To ‘R. Psmith, Box 365’ LEAVE IT TO PSMITH! Freddie laid the paper down with a deep intake of breath. He picked it up again, and read the advertisement a second time. Yes, it sounded good. More, it had something of the quality of a direct answer to prayer. Very vividly now Freddie realised that what he had been wishing for was a partner to share the perils of this enterprise which he had so rashly undertaken. In fact, not so much to share them as to take them off his shoulders altogether. And such a partner he was now in a position to command. Uncle Joe was going to give him two thousand if he brought the thing off. This advertisement fellow[p. 36] would probably be charmed to come in for a few hundred . . . [p. 36] * * * * * Two minutes later, Freddie was at the writing-desk, scribbling a letter. From time to time he glanced furtively over his shoulder at the door. But the house was still. No footsteps came to interrupt him at his task.
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