How Right You Are, Jeeves!

How Right You Are, Jeeves!Jeeves placed the sizzling eggs and b. on the breakfast table, and Reginald ("Kipper") Herring and I, licking the lips, squared our elbows and got down to it. A lifelong buddy of mine, this Herring, linked to me by what are called imperishable memories. Years ago, when striplings, he and I had done a stretch together at Malvern House, Bramley-on-Sea, the preparatory school conducted by that prince of stinkers, Aubrey Upjohn, M.A., and had frequently stood side...