Mike turned away towards the pavilion. He heard the gradually swelling applause in a sort of dream. It seemed to him hours before he reached the dressing-room.
He was sitting on a chair, wishing that somebody would come along and take off his pads, when Psmith’s card was brought to him. A few moments later the old Etonian appeared in person.
‘Hullo, Smith,’ said Mike, ‘By Jove! I’m done.’
‘“How Little Willie Saved the Match,”’ said Psmith. ‘What you want is one of those gin and ginger-beers we hear so much about. Remove those pads, and let us flit downstairs in search of a couple. Well, Comrade Jackson, you have fought the good fight this day. My father sends his compliments. He is dining out, or he would have come up. He is going to look in at the flat latish.’
‘How many did I get?’ asked Mike. ‘I was so jolly done I didn’t think of looking.’
‘A hundred and forty-eight of the best,’ said Psmith. ‘What will they say at the old homestead about this? Are you ready? Then let us test this fruity old ginger-beer of theirs.’
The two batsmen who had followed the big stand were apparently having a little stand all of their own. No more wickets fell before the drawing of stumps. Psmith waited for Mike while he changed, and carried him off in a cab to Simpson’s, a restaurant which, as he justly observed, offered two great advantages, namely, that you need not dress, and, secondly, that you paid your half-crown, and were then at liberty to eat till you were helpless, if you felt so disposed, without extra charge.
Mike stopped short of this giddy height of mastication, but consumed enough to make him feel a great deal better. Psmith eyed his inroads on the menu with approval.
‘There is nothing,’ he said, ‘like victualling up before an ordeal.’
‘What’s the ordeal?’ said Mike.
‘I propose to take you round to the club anon, where I trust we shall find Comrade Bickersdyke. We have much to say to one another.’
‘Look here, I’m hanged—’ began Mike.
‘Yes, you must be there,’ said Psmith. ‘Your presence will serve to cheer Comrade B. up. Fate compels me to deal him a nasty blow, and he will want sympathy. I have got to break it to him that I am leaving the bank.’
‘What, are you going to chuck it?’
Psmith inclined his head.
‘The time,’ he said, ‘has come to part. It has served its turn. The startled whisper runs round the City. “Psmith has had sufficient.”’
‘What are you going to do?’
‘I propose to enter the University of Cambridge, and there to study the intricacies of the Law, with a view to having a subsequent dash at becoming Lord Chancellor.’
‘By Jove!’ said Mike, ‘you’re lucky. I wish I were coming too.’
Psmith knocked the ash off his cigarette.
‘Are you absolutely set on becoming a pro?’ he asked.
‘It depends on what you call set. It seems to me it’s about all I can do.’
‘I can offer you a not entirely scaly job,’ said Smith, ‘if you feel like taking it. In the course of conversation with my father during the match this afternoon, I gleaned the fact that he is anxious to secure your services as a species of agent. The vast Psmith estates, it seems, need a bright boy to keep an eye upon them. Are you prepared to accept the post?’
Mike stared.
‘Me! Dash it all, how old do you think I am? I’m only nineteen.’
‘I had suspected as much from the alabaster clearness of your unwrinkled brow. But my father does not wish you to enter upon your duties immediately. There would be a preliminary interval of three, possibly four, years at Cambridge, during which I presume, you would be learning divers facts concerning spuds, turmuts, and the like. At least,’ said Psmith airily, ‘I suppose so. Far be it from me to dictate the line of your researches.’
‘Then I’m afraid it’s off,’ said Mike gloomily. ‘My pater couldn’t afford to send me to Cambridge.’
‘That obstacle,’ said Psmith, ‘can be surmounted. You would, of course, accompany me to Cambridge, in the capacity, which you enjoy at the present moment, of my confidential secretary and adviser. Any expenses that might crop up would be de-frayed from the Psmith family chest.’
Mike’s eyes opened wide again.
‘Do you mean,’ he asked bluntly, ‘that your pater would pay for me at the ‘Varsity? No I say—dash it—I mean, I couldn’t—’
‘Do you suggest,’ said Psmith, raising his eyebrows, ‘that I should go to the University
‘No, but I mean—’ protested Mike.
‘Then that’s settled,’ said Psmith. ‘I knew you would not desert me in my hour of need, Comrade Jackson. “What will you do,” asked my father, alarmed for my safety, “among these wild undergraduates? I fear for my Rupert.” “Have no fear, father,” I replied. “Comrade Jackson will be beside me.” His face brightened immediately. “Comrade Jackson,” he said, “is a man in whom I have the supremest confidence. If he is with you I shall sleep easy of nights.” It was after that that the conversation drifted to the subject of agents.’
Psmith called for the bill and paid it in the affable manner of a monarch signing a charter. Mike sat silent, his mind in a whirl. He saw exactly what had happened. He could almost hear Psmith talking his father into agreeing with his scheme. He could think of nothing to say. As usually happened in any emotional crisis in his life, words
