"Want him for his egotism?"
"Quite so," said Mr Garth. "Of course."
"Then you can't do better than Eustace Richards. A fluent talker. But you've met him."
"So I have," said Garth, "now I come to think of it. He will do admirably. Then I should like Archdeacon Pringle and his wife, and that chap I went to about my throat."
"Let me see," said Ferguson—"that was Sir Edwin Goodchild, wasn't it? A good sort—I know him well. Any more?"
"Yes. Lots more. I want that man who sweeps the crossing just outside the club. He always seemed to me to be full of character. His name is Timbs, and I don't know his address. But in this case perhaps you'd better not write. See him personally. Could you get me a nice Suffragette?"
"Certainly," said Ferguson. "Any particular one?"
"No. Just an ordinary, plain Suffragette. Also the editor of Happy Homes. Likewise the Unconquerable Belgian. I don't know at which of the halls he's wrestling now, but you can find out."
"Suppose his trainer won't let him come?"
"My dear Ferguson, you know very well how to deal with a case like that. There are solid inducements that influence opinion."