Bertie (narrating): I’m sure this has been rather obvious to my readers for some time now: Walter was a kind of apprentice to Jeeves, not only in the valeting sort of way, but in the destroying-creatures-of-the-night way too.
When Jeeves was hesitant to teach a particularly dangerous technique involving something like bits of wire, the precocious little brat nicked the wires from my piano in order to practice on his own.
Bertie: And all this hasn’t just been going on for a week, has it?
Jeeves: I am afraid not, sir. I beg you to forgive me for my dishonesty.
Bertie: Don’t mention it, all thing. I suppose, as always, you have your reasons…And in between all this defense of k. and c., you have to clean up after my scrapes. Must be an awfully tiring job, what?