[Bertie Wooster is wandering about the lobby looking more vapid and aimless than usual. He has a sense that he's missing something and so is searching the hotel for it. He looks behind a painting, but it isn't there, nor is it under a chair cushion, nor in the flower vase. He's about to give up and try another room when he sees a familiar face. Well, a face, with a vague sense of familiarity to it.]

What ho, what ho, what ho! I do beg your pardon, but I seem to have lost something rather important and I was hoping you might help me find it. You see, it's...

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Dash it all, I seem to have forgotten what it was.