And here I was, carefree and callous, playing 'I Lift Up My Finger And I Say Tweet-Tweet' on the banjolele.

All wrong. I switched to 'Body and Soul', and a sober sadness came upon me.

Thank You, Jeeves. 11 Sinister Behaviour of a Yacht-Owner

'Plasterer?' said Sir Buckstone, puzzled. He had had plasterers in the house only two weeks ago, but he had discerned nothing in their bearing to inspire alarm. They had made the deuce of a mess, slopping stuff all over the place, but they had appeared to him stolid and, except for their tendency to whistle 'Body and Soul' off the key, quiet men.

Summer Moonshine. Chapter 10