The butler gave his little cough. "I do not get much time for reading, sir."
"Only dusting," said Anthony.
The butler bowed. "Exactly so, sir. I do my best with indifferent success, I fear. Mr. Fountain has a large library."
"Quite a valuable one," drawled Amberley. "To connoisseurs."
"So I believe, sir." Baker met his gaze limpidly. "I fear I know very little about such things."
"A book is just a book, eh?"
"Yes, sir. As you say."
"Well, what the devil should it be?" demanded Anthony, pausing in the act of taking a chip-shot onto the terrace.
The butler permitted himself a discreet smile. "Will I here be anything else, sir?"
"Not at present," said Amberley, and transferred his attention to the golf enthusiast.