Chapter IV

LORD PETER LEADS A CLUB ‘You are quite sure this suit is all right, Bunter?’ said Lord Peter anxiously. It was an easy lounge suit, tweedy in texture, and a trifle more pronounced in colour and pattern than Wimsey usually permitted himself. While not unsuitable for town wear, it yet diffused a faint suggestion of hills and the sea. ‘I want to look approachable,’ he went on, ‘but on no account loud. I can’t help wondering whether that stripe of invisible green wouldn’t have looked better if it had been a remote purp…