"Only about half of us, sir. The Persians bring their own cooks and men."
"Quite so. Are you remaining?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good. I want you to let me take your place."
Parker opened his eyes very wide. "Beg pardon, sir," he said, feeling sure he had misunderstood the last remark.
"I want to take your place as footman in Denton House while the Persians are there. If you will help me to do so, Parker, there's ten pounds for you."
Parker scratched his head. "I should like the ten pounds, sir; but I don't see how I'm to get it. They'd never mistake you for me, sir, though we are about the same build. Mr. Bradshaw would spot the difference at once."
"Who is Mr. Bradshaw?"
"The butler, sir. He's pretty well left in charge of the house."