If I were afield in a gossipy small town on a secret mission to help my uncle-by-marriage pull off a bit of insider trading, I should probably try to come up with a better cover story than “I rented a cozy cottage in the idyllic countryside because my live-in manservant wanted to go fishing,” so as not to raise questions I wouldn’t like to answer
Bertie is really lucky that everybody he’s ever met save one is so self-absorbed and stupid