“Don’t—leave everything to me.”
“What will you do?”
“Never mind; I have made a plan.”
“Tell me it,” said Dicky. “I may be able to improve on it.”
“I will do as Mr Boxall has done.”
“But you haven’t a glass eye.”
“No, but I can catch influenza.”
“Hurrah!” cried Dicky. “I never thought of that—but can you?”
“What?”
“Do the thing properly. What are the symptoms of influenza?”