“Placed it!”
“How much for? How much for?”
“Let me think. I had a couple of cabs, and the postage was a tanner, with another twopence for registration. Yes, it cost me exactly five-and-eight.”
“It cost you! But what did you get for it, Raffles?”
“Nothing, my boy.”
“Nothing!”
“Not a crimson cent.”
“I am not surprised. I never thought it had a market value. I told you so in the beginning,” I said, irritably. “But what on earth have you done with the thing?”
“Sent it to the Queen.”
“You haven’t!”