'When it is a question of a pal being in the soup, we Woosters no longer think of self; and that poor old Bingo Little was knee-deep in the bisque was made plain by his mere appearance - which was that of a cat which has just been struck by a half-brick and is expecting another one shortly. 'Bertie', said Bingo, having sat down on the bed and diffused silent gloom for a moment. 'How is Jeeves' brain these days?' More stories of the infinite wisdom of Jeeves.