How much harm can be done by taking a simple car ride with a chummy chauffeur?

Well, if eucrige is involved, apparently quite a bit.

PG Woodhouse, today on the Classic Tales Podcast.

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To you, Grig, as might be expected from one of his sunny optimism, the whole affair has long since come to present itself in the light of yet another proof of the way in which all things in this world of ours work together for good.

In it, from start to finish, he sees the finger of providence. And, while marshalling evidence to support his theory that a means of escape from the most formidable perils will always be vouchsafed to the righteous and deserving, this is the episode which he advances as exhibit A.

The thing may be said we've had his beginning in the hay market one afternoon towards the middle of the summer. We had been launching at my expense at the Pal Mal Restaurant, and as we came out a large and shiny car drew up beside the curb, and the chauffeur, a lighting, opened the bonnet and began to fiddle about in its interior with a pair of pliers.

It had I been alone, a casual glance in passing would have contented me, but for you, Grig, the spectacle of somebody else working always had an irresistible fascination. In gripping my arm, he steered me up to assist him in giving the toilet moral support.

About two minutes after he had started to breathe earnestly on the man's neck, the latter, seeming to become aware that what was tickling his back hair was not some wandering June's ephor, looked up with a certain petulence.

Yeah, he said protestingly. Then his annoyance gave place to something which, for a chauffeur, approached cordiality, hello, he observed, my hello Frederick, said you Grig, didn't recognize you, is this the new car?

Not at the chauffeur. Pal of mine explained eukrige to me in a brief aside. Met him in a pub. London was congested with pals whom eukrige had met in pubs.

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