till
in existence. That is what tempers my ecstasy with anxiety. We have
seen  how packed with trinitrotoluol it is, and we know how  easily
it  can fall into the hands of the powers of darkness. Who can  say
that  another  Bingley may not come along and snitch  it  from  the
secretary's  room? I know it is too much to ask  you  to  burn  the
beastly thing, but couldn't you at least destroy the eighteen pages
in which I figure?'
   'I have already done so, sir.'
   I  leaped like a rising trout, to the annoyance of Gus, who  had
gone  to  sleep  on my solar plexus. Words failed me,  but  in  due
season I managed three.
   'Much obliged, Jeeves.'
   'Not at all, sir.'