what an interesting life you've led, Mr. Bunter

I'm making my third attempt to read Dorothy L. Sayers's The Five Red Herrings, which is not only by far the weakest of the Wimsey novels but is damn near unreadable. If I have to struggle through another chapter of railways timetables and missing bicycles, I swear I'm going to invent a time machine just so I can go back to 1930 and hit Sayers with a stick.

It does, however, contain this gem of 24-karat WTF-ery from Bunter (cut because it relates to a clue):

( Bunter's revelation )