"No larks," confirmed Olejoe.
"Say," said Hank suddenly, "what's the matter with sendin' him to the Tanneur guy?"
"Alive?" asked Tuppy in a matter of fact tone that made Olejoe shiver.
"Why sure; send him along with a tag tied to his coat—it's gettin' round about the festive season when you give away things you've no use for."
"I feel certain," said the Duke, "that Olejoe could be used for some wise purpose. An age that has found employment for bye-products in general, should not be at a loss for using up this variety. The difficulty about the knight is that he's going abroad."
"Abroad?"
"Abroad—whether that means a season at the Riviera or an exploration of the Sandwich Islands, I cannot say. But abroad he's going, or gone."
"We couldn't send our dear old friend as a courier?" questioned Tuppy. "A sort of unofficial dragoman?"
But the Duke shook his head.
"The situation is this," he said. "We take a house; the knight buys out our landlord; we refuse to pay rent; the knight puts a broker's man in; we're tired of the broker; we've no room for the broker; he has outlived his usefulness; Q. What should A do with B?