“I do not allude, sir,” explained Jeeves, “to the possibility of inducing his grace to part with money. I am taking the liberty of regarding his grace in the light of an at present—if I may say so—useless property, which is capable of being developed.”
Bicky looked at me in a helpless kind of way. I’m bound to say I didn’t get it myself.
“Couldn’t you make it a bit easier, Jeeves!”
“In a nutshell, sir, what I mean is this: His grace is, in a sense, a prominent personage. The inhabitants of this country, as no doubt you are aware, sir, are peculiarly addicted to shaking hands with prominent personages. It occurred to me that Mr. Bickersteth or yourself might know of persons who would be willing to pay a small fee—let us say two dollars or three—for the privilege of an introduction, including handshake, to his grace.”
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.”