Bobbie Wickham and Bertie Wooster in “Tuppy and the Terrier”

Mr. Blumenfield's a fearfully important Broadway producer. I've got to read Mummy's play to him after lunch. I can't read to him in a restaurant.

Yes, but why does he want jam roly-poly and oysters?

Oh, he doesn't. That's for his son. Apparently Mr. Blumenfield always banks on his verdict. He says an eight-year-old child's intelligence is exactly equal to a Broadway audience's.