The dual lines of oaks framing the long street in front of Aaron’s car dizzied him, but he plunged forth. Someone had to pay for his lease on the time machine, and Aunt Wilhelmina was the only wealthy maiden aunt he had. The butler greeted him when he drove under the portico.
“Good afternoon, Master Aardvark. Miss Pringelhoeffer is expecting you in the library for afternoon tea and sausages.”
Jeeves had an especially sour expression on his normally dour face that Aaron didn’t like. “May I ask, Jeeves, what ever seems to be the trouble?”
“I’m afraid, Master Aardvark, there’s been some trouble in the house today. It seems the head footman has run off with the second maid. Miss Pringelhoeffer is beside herself with worry. Formal dinner must be served, after all, and there is the matter of polishing her shoes.”
“I understand, Jeeves. Thank you for warning me.”
Aaron entered the house. It was especially cold for July, he thought, but the stone columns and twenty-foot ceilings never did invite warmth. He dreaded visiting Aunt Wilhelmina under such circumstances. She placed special importance on the presence of servants at dinner and in her closet.
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