Jeeves Takes Charge. Now, this business of old Jeeves my valet, you know well, a lot of people, like my Aunt Agatha, think I'm much too dependent on him. And what say is, why not? The man's super-intelligent. I stopped trying to organize my own life a week after he came to work for me. That was about six years ago, just after the rather rummy business of Florence Craye, my Uncle Willoughby's book, and Edwin, the boy scout. The thing really began when I got back to Easeby, my uncle's country home in Shropshire. was spending a week or so there, as I usually did in summer, but had had to break my visit to come back to London, in order to get a new valet. At Easeby I had found Meadowes, my valet at the time, stealing my silk. socks. no strong-minded employer should ever put up with that kind of thing. And as I discovered he had stolen a lot of other things here and there, I was forced to sack him and go to London to an employment agency. They sent me Jeeves. I shall always remember the morning he came. had been present at a rather cheerful little supper the night before, and consequently was feeling a bit unwell. On top of this, I was trying to read a book Florence Craye had given me. She had been staying at Easeby, and two or three days earlier we had got engaged. I knew she would expect me to finish the book by the time I returned. You see, she was concentrating on developing my intelligence, so that I could understand the kind of thing she was interested in. She was a girl with a wonderful profile, but also a deep sense of serious purpose. You'll see what I mean when I tell you that the book she'd given me to read