Right Ho, Jeeves.
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right, Ho Jeeves, Chapter one. And it was while I was at the flat towelling the torso after a much needed rinse. That, Jeeves, as we chattered of this and that, picking up the threads as it were suddenly brought the name of gussy Fink Nautile into the conversation. As I recall it, the dialogue ran something as follows. Well, Jeeves, here we are again. What? Yes. I mean to say home again. And precisely is a seems ages since I went away. Yes, sir. Have a good time at Ascot. Most agreeable, Czar. Win anything? Quite a satisfactory Some. Thank you, sir. Good. Well, Jeeves, what news on the Rialto? Anybody been phoning or calling or anything during my absence? Mr. Think not. Ulcer has been a frequent caller. I started. Indeed, it would not be too much to say that I gaped Mr Fink. Not all. Yes, sir. You don't mean Mr Fink. Nautile? Yes, sir. But Mr think nodules not in London. Yes, so well, I'm blowed and I'll tell you why I was blowed. I found it scarcely possible to give credence to his statement. This think Nautile, you see, was one of those freaks You come across from time to time during life's journey. Who can't stand London? He lived year in and year out, covered with moss in a remote village down in Lincolnshire, never coming up even for the Eton and Harrow match. And when I asked him once if he didn't find the time, hang a bit heavy on his hands. He said no because he had a pond in his garden and studied the habits of newts. I couldn't imagine what could have brought the chap up to the Great City. I would have been prepared to bet that as long as the supply of Newt's didn't give out, nothing could have shifted him from that village of his. Are you sure? Yes, sir. You've got the name correctly. Think Nautile. Yes. So? Well, it's the most extraordinary thing. It must be five years since he was in London. He makes no secret of the fact that the place gives him the Pip. Until now, he has always stayed glued to the country, completely surrounded by newts. Yeah, Newts, Jeeves, Mr. Fink Model has a strong newt complex. You must have heard of Newt's those little sort of lizard things that charge about the ponds. Oh, yes. The aquatic members of the family salamander today, which constitute the genus Mulgarath. That's right. Well, Gase has always been a slave to them. He used to keep them at school. I believe young gentlemen frequently do, sir. He kept them in his study in a kind of glass tank arrangement. And pretty nifty. The whole thing was, I recall, I suppose one ought to have been able to see what the end would be even then. But you know what? Boys are careless, heedless, busy about our own affairs. We scarcely gave this kink. And Busey's character. I thought we may have exchanged an occasional remark about it, taking all sorts to make a world, but nothing more. You can guess the sequel. The troubles spread indeed, sir. Absolutely, Jeeves. The craving grew upon him. The Newt's got him arrived at man's estate. He retired to the depths of the country and gave his life up to these dumb chums. I suppose he used to tell himself that he could take them or leave them alone, and then found too late that he couldn't. It is often the way, sir.