Hugh Hamilton
"Did you have any dinner party in mind?" asked Ben as they tried to navigate through the town, which, I might add, was in serious need of some street lights.
"Not exactly, why do you ask?"
"Well we can't just gate crash any old party and expect a result."
"Why not?"
"Because there is no logic behind it."
"This coming from a man whose first investigative instinct is to jump out of a speeding taxi."
"OK, you've got a point."
"No, I've got two. And if you don't stop bugging me, I'll be forced to use one of them."
Ben laughed, but for entirely the wrong reason.
"How about here," said Ben pointing at a well-lit mansion on a hill.
"OK," said Hugh.
They quickly made their way to the door and knocked.
"Ah you’re back again," said Jeeves. "Thank you for concluding my nightmare."
He paused, then looked at the two men at the door.
"Actually, scratch that last part," he said and led them inside.
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