After dropping Cindy and Jeffrey off at their Haight apartments, Aaron returned home. He had to figure a few things out. Approaching Aunt Wilhelmina’s, the dual lines of oaks framing the long street in front of Aaron’s car dizzied him, but he plunged forth. 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, whatever 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 disappeared 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. But, at least, it would divert his mind from his own topsy-turvy problems.
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