Psmith Journalist

coffee, "to run down the metropolis of a great and friendly nation, but candour c

atter with it

so much of the place. Report had it that an earnest seeker after amusement might have a tolerably spacious rag in this modern Byzantium. I thought that a few weeks here might restore that keen edge to my nervous system which the languor of the past term had in a measure blunted

and lit a

find?" he

ow," said M

one who, like myself, arrives with a brush and a little bucket of red paint, all eager for a treat. I have been here a week, and I have not seen a single citizen clubbed by a policeman

ge, and Mike, with a century against Oxford to his credit, had been one of the first to be invited to join the tour. Psmith, who had played cricket in a rather desultory way at the University, had not risen to thes

an anything which had caused Psmith's grave disapproval of things American. He was not a member of the team, so that the advantages of the hospitality did not reach him. He had all the disadvantages. He saw far too little of Mike. When he wished to consult his confidential secretary and adviser on s

young man passed them, carrying a basket, and seated himself at the

opped him. "Not on your life, sonny," he said. "This stays right here." He pla

ched him t

I wonder what he's got in the basket. I must get my Sherlock Holmes system to work. What is the most likely thing for a man to have in a basket? You w

on to his lap, pour the milk into the saucer, and remove the lid from the basket. Instantly, with a yell which made the young man's table the

o, futile but energetic. The cat, having secured a strong strategic position on the top of a large oil-painting which hung on the far wall, was expressing loud disapproval o

aid Psmith, rising,

gument with the head-waiter on the ethics of the matter. The head-waiter, a stout impassive German, had taken his stand on a point of etiq

o which the cat was maintaining an attitude of reserv

brute's scared stiff? Why don't you clear your gang of G

n--" argued t

orward and touch

word with yo

Z

drew hi

is?" he whispered, nodd

d the head-waiter. "Der gendl

ok his hea

re not for his Grace--but, hush, he

ogni

die? You understand, Comrade Freddie, that in a man in his Grace's positi

ed upon the young man with

?" he inquir

you understand," said Psmith w

now standing with her in his arms, apparently anxious to fight al

d in a friendly manner through his eye-glass, "haf eve

ly at Psmith, who winked encou

the Shropshire Psmiths. This is a great moment. Shall we be moving back? We were about to order a seco

id the all

I was complaining with some acerbity to Comrade Jackson, before you introduced your very interesting perfo

or's m

de Windsor, that we see e

in Kentucky a while. There's more doing there in a day than the

my judgment. I assured him that all would be well, and he yielded." Psmith gazed with interest at the cat, which was lappi

n our paper got her away from a dog

r pa

id Billy Windsor, wi

t the bright little sheet has not come my way up to the p

you d

nal pride in the

gustedly. "If you really want to see it, come alo

th. "Comrade Jackson, have you any

ng anything,

nial spirit for whom I have been searching. If you could give me your undivided company, I should ask no more. But with you constantly away, mingling with the gay throng, it is imperative that I have some solid man to accompany me in my ra