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The Welcome back, everyone to one thousand one classic short stories and tales.

This is your host, John Haggardorn.

I've got another great Jeeves short story for you today.

This one is from P.G. Wodehouse's short story collection called The Inimitable Jeeves.

And this is chapter one, Jeeves exerts the old cerebellum. And now our story.

Morning, Jeeves,' I said.

"'Good morning, sir,' said Jeeves.

"'He put the good old cup of tea softly on the table by my bed,

"'and I took a refreshing sip.

"'Just right, as usual.

"'Not too hot, not too sweet, not too weak, not too strong,

"'not too much milk, and not a drop spilled in the saucer.

A most amazing cove, Jeeves. So dashed competent in every respect. I've said it before and I'll say it

again. I mean to say, take just one small instance. Every other valet I've ever had used to barge into my room in the morning while I was still

asleep, causing much misery.

But Jeeves seems to know when I'm awake by a sort of telepathy.

He always floats in with the cup exactly two minutes after I come to life.

Makes a deuce of a lot of difference to a fellow's day.

How's the weather out there, Jeeves?

Exceptionally Clement, sir.

Anything in the papers?

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