His duties at the Lemniscate Club are those of Butler, Cook and Cleaner. He is the prototype of a clockwork automaton that Crapper intended to put into mass production as the ideal household servant but which failed to impress the general public. Crapper cannot understand why his creation is a failure as all he sees when he looks at Jeeves is an invention which perfectly performs the function it was designed for. To everyone else it is obvious why Jeeves did not attract any buyers; he is just downright sinister and creepy and not the sort of thing you want to invite into your own home.

Crapper's expertise is in designing machines of war as opposed to household appliances and he is oblivious to the fact that his creation looks more like a robotic killing machine from a child's nightmare than a dutiful butler. Maybe it is the Penny-Dreadul steel bladed fingers that he uses to dice vegetables with, or the serrated metal teeth when he smiles or the glowing red eyes that follow you round the room but he just radiates an aura of menace.

Crapper views him very much as a work-in-progress and is constantly updating his punch cards to iron out small teething problems. He is totally blind to how other people perceive his creation and is convinced that the answer to making him a success lies in tinkering with Jeeves' mechanics, it does not occur to Crapper that something as superficial as the aesthetic design of his device could put people off his invention.

He performs his duties admirably and is programmed to obey Crapper's Laws of Ettiquette, however his appearance and stilted programming are at odds with his true nature and he gives the impression to everyone but Crapper that one day while shining his masters boots for the one thousandth time he will crack and slaughter the entire household and make paper chains from their internal organs.

Jeeves is viewed with slight suspicion by everyone in the club since a magical accident displaced him to Xanadu, in the place of the Mongolian Omphalos which now sits in the Club hallway (mainly because no-one has the strength to move it and it makes a good conversation piece/hatstand). Whilst there he was examined by the Tsarist agent Natalia, famed for her skills as a saboteur. Since then, private conversations tend to halt whenever Jeeve's trundles into a room.

Jack Calloway writes: Jeeves is viewed with more than slight suspicion by some. I don't know, you spill a little wax and the floor and our mechanical manservant thinks your the anti-Christ all of a sudden. Considering the vile stench from all of the kippers he cooks, I'd have thought that a little wax would be the least of his concerns.