Please, sir, it's about my salary. His age was twenty-two and his name was Roland Bleke. Mr. Fineberg, at his word, drew himself together much as a British square at Waterloo must have drawn itself together at the sight of a squadron of cuirassiers. Salary? he cried. What about it? What's the matter with it? You get it, don't you? Yes, sir, but - Well? Don't stand there like an idiot. What is it? It's too much. Mr. Fineberg's brain reeled. It was improbable that the millennium could have arrived with a jerk; on the other hand, he had distinctly heard one of his clerks complain that his salary was too large. . . . | A Man of Means by P. G. Wodehouse Fiction Literary by P G Wodehouse, Paperback | Indigo Chapters