H. de Vere Stacpoole and Margaret Stacpoole

“ Higgs, not knowing, said nothing, moving about now, puttings things in order and getting his master's bath ready.
“I've lost an old gentleman, Higgs,” said Pugeot, for Higgs was a confidential servant as well as a valet.
“Indeed, sir,” said Higgs, as if losing old gentlemen were as common as losing umbrellas.
“And the whole business is so funny I can scarcely believe it's true. I haven't a touch of the jimjams, have I, Higgs?”
“Lord, sir, no! You're all right.”
“Am I? See here, Higgs: yesterday morning I met old Mr. Simon Pettigrew, the lawyer. ”

“ He told Higgs to telephone for the car and then they sat and smoked while Pugeot showed Bobby just the way to deal with people of uncle Simon's description.
“It's all nonsense—that doctor man's talk!” said Pugeot. “The poor old chap has shed a nut or two. ”