James Torridge Blatchbourne.
Titus laid down the letter and looked down his nose.
“Gathering clouds,” he said thoughtfully. “An’ this is as hot a one as we’ve ever had. If Blanche but knew . . .” He drew out a little note-book and blinked over a page. “Seventy thousand to date,” he continued musingly. “I’d like to get to a hundred before the crash, but ninety would do. . . .”
Presently he closed the note-book and took up a pen.
After a little reflection he wrote his reply.
68, Old Bond Street.
November 15th.
Sir,
I have the honour to acknowledge your letter of yesterday’s date and to express regret that you do not share my views of quality or style.
I am, Sir,