Bicky didn't seem to think much of it.
'Do you mean to say that anyone would be mug enough to part with solid cash just to shake hands with my uncle?'
'I have an aunt, sir, who paid five shillings to a young fellow for bringing a moving-picture actor to tea at her house one Sunday. It gave her social standing among the neighbours.'
Bicky wavered.
'If you think it could be done—'
'I feel convinced of it, sir.'
'What do you think, Bertie?'
'I'm for it, old boy, absolutely. A very brainy wheeze.'
'Thank you, sir. Will there be anything further? Good night, sir.'