He appeared to be more startled than ever. This time his amazement seemed to be of a pleasurable kind.
"How much?"
"Twenty guineas."
"Honour?"
"Straight."
He adjusted his coat upon his shoulders.
"I'll do it. Hanged if I won't. Why shouldn't I? I'm not afraid of him! He's nothing to me! What is it that you desire to know, madam--for your twenty guineas?"
"Have you heard of Mr. Reginald Townsend?"
"I have."
"I thought you had. What relation is he to you?"