“I don’t get this,” she said. “How do you mean it’s gone?” “It’s been pinched.” “Things don’t get pinched in country-houses.” “They do if there’s a Wilbert Cream on the premises. He’s a klep-whatever-it-is,” I said, and thrust Jeeves’s letter on her. She perused it with an interested eye and having mastered its contents said, “Cor chase my Aunt Fanny up a gum tree,” adding that you never knew what was going to happen next these days.