You would call that a fairly sensational announcement, I suppose ; but it didn't seem to register immediately with Sergeant Voules. The sergeant was one of those men who like to take things in their proper order and tidy up as they go along ; and for the moment, it seemed, he was interested exclusively in the carving knife. " What are you doing with that knife ? " he inquired. Nothing could have been more civil and deferential than Brinkley's response. " I caught it up to attack the Devil, sir." " What devil ? " asked Sergeant Voules, taking the next point in rotation. " A black devil, sir." " Black ? " " Yes, sir. He is in this room, murdering Mr. Wooster." Now that he had at last got round to it, Sergeant Voules seemed interested. " In this room ? " " Yes, sir."
" We can't have that sort o( Sergeant Voules, rather austerely, ^ling,"
said him click his tongue. And I heard There was an authoritative rap J " Oy! " ^ the door. I I preserved a prudent silence, } " Excuse me, sir," I heard Brim ' from the sound of feet on the st-ty say, and that he was leaving our little 's I took it Possibly to have another go at tli( Wposium. 'i Knuckles smote the woodworh'ock. | " In there. Oy I " ^in. I made no remark. " Are you in there, Mr. Woost^ I was beginning to feel that this'" was a bit one-sided, but I didn't s^lversation be done about it.
I moved totli( Miat could looked out, more with the idea ^Qdow and something to pass the time thanjttst doing and it was now-and only now, if filing else, me-that the idea came to me ([, ^'U believe be possible to edge away fromi'it might J| scene.
Itwasn'tsomuchofadropL^stasteiu] ] and with a good deal of relief I s(, Aground, knots in a sheet with a view tothi^d to tie It was at this moment thatlk^ay. Voules suddenly give tongue. Sergeant
" Oy! " And from down below Brinldey's. " Sir ? " ^e. " Look out what you're doingA ^lamp."
history had done to him was to put a sort of precise edge on his speech and cause him to articulate with a crystal clearness which was more like a silver bell than anything. " The Devil is in there, murdering Mr. Wooster, sir," he was saying. And, except in radio announcers, I've never heard anything more beautifully modulated.
You would call that a fairly sensational announcement, I suppose ; but it didn't seem to register immediately with Sergeant Voules. The sergeant was one of those men who like to take things in their proper order and tidy up as they go along; and for the moment, it seemed, he was interested exclusively in the carving knife. " What are you doing with that knife ? " he inquired. Nothing could have been more civil and deferential than Brinkley's response. " I caught it up to attack the Devil, sir." " What devil ? " asked Sergeant Voules, taking the next point in rotation. " A black devil, sir." " Black ? " " Yes, sir. He is in this room, murdering Mr. Wooster." Now that he had at last got round to it, Sergeant Voules seemed interested. " In this room ? " " Yes, sir." " Murdering Mr. Wooster ? "
" Yes, sir." "We can't have that sort of thing," said Sergeant Voules, rather austerely. And I heard him click his tongue. There was an authoritative rap on the door. " Oy! " I preserved a prudent silence. "
Excuse me, sir," I heard Brinkley say, and from the sound of feet on the stairs I took it that he was leaving our little symposium. Possibly to have another go at the clock. Knuckles smote the woodwork again. " In there. Oy I " I made no remark. " Are you in there, Mr. Wooster ? " I was beginning to feel that this conversation was a bit one-sided, but I didn't see what could be done about it. I moved to the window and looked out, more with the idea of just doing something to pass the time than anything else, and it was now-and only now, if you'll believe me-that the idea came to me that it might be possible to edge away from this distasteful scene. It wasn't so much of a drop to the ground, and with a good deal of relief I started to tie knots in a sheet with a view to the getaway. It was at this moment that I heard Sergeant Voules suddenly give tongue. " Oy! " And from down below Brinkley's voice. " Sir ? "
"Look out what you're doing with that lamp."
