"'Air cut, sir?" asked the barber.
"No, thanks," replied Bobby.
Simon, having glanced at himself in the mirror, picked up his straw hat and walking-stick, and taking the arm of his companion, out they walked.
"Where are you going?" asked Bobby.
"Anywhere," replied the other; "I want to get some change."
"Why, you've got change!"
Simon unlinked, and in the face of the Strand and the passers-by produced from his pocket two hundred-pound notes, three or four one-pound notes, and a ten-pound note; searching in his pockets to see what gold he had, he dropped a hundred-pound note, which Bobby quickly recovered.
"Mind!" said Bobby. "You'll have those notes snatched."
"That's all right," said Simon.