Matthew turned to Bunny and grinned. "Here's more money," he boasted, shaking the letter in his assistant's face.
"What can you do about it?" that worthy inquired.
"What can I do? Well, Brother, you just watch my smoke. Tell Ruggles to get the plane ready," he ordered. "We'll fly over there at once."
Two hours later Matthew's plane sat down on the broad, close-clipped lawn in front of the Blickdoff-Hortzenboff cotton mill. Bunny and the Grand Giraw entered the building and walked to the office.
"Whom do you wish to see?" asked a clerk.
"Mr. Blickdoff, Mr. Hortzenboff or both; preferably both," Matthew replied.
"And who's calling?"
"The Grand Exalted Giraw of the Ancient and Honorable Order of the Knights of Nordica and his secretary," boomed that gentleman. The awed young lady retired into an inner sanctum.
"That sure is some title," commented Bunny in an undertone.
"Yes, Givens knows his stuff when it comes to that. The longer and sillier a title, the better the yaps like it."