Puck sidles a little nearer, sniffing the air. He frowns.

"Who has done it?" he asks.

Bertram Wooster appears affronted by the memory.

"Some fellow just popped up to me and did it. No explanation, no account of himself whatever! Naturally, I got clear of there in a hurry." He frowns around at the kitchen. "This place is a jolly wretched mess. I could use a bit of a repast, myself, but none of it looks the least bit appetizing."

He peers speculatively at Puck, who flashes him a perfectly charming smile.