An old manuscript takes our story back to the late 1930s. There’s a storm approaching England, a beautiful girlish vampire stalking the night, and a young orphan in need of instruction on . . . butlering. Only butlering. No secret agent training going on here, nosirree.
Bertie: Is Claude all right? And Eustace? And Aunt Dahlia? Jeeves: All are well. Bertie: What about you? Jeeves: My arm was wounded in the battle. It is nearly healed now. Bertie: How about Walter? And I want the truth this time. The Wooster intellect may not be the sharpest tack in the box…but I… Continue reading Isn’t That A Little Bit Dangerous, Jeeves? 51/60