‘Christmas Eve in Mayfair, Jeeves! There’s nothing in heaven to top it. Even with the terror of eleventh-hour shopping for the gang Travers.’

‘Indeed, sir.’

‘But we can’t pitch up at Brinkley Court tomorrow bereft of g., f., and the other one.’

‘Myrrh, sir? No, sir.’

‘I fear I’m both a little later and much tighter than expected.