"That was a joke, Shuttleworth. Haven't you noticed that my jokes are always rather subtle? No, of course you are to manage the Cure."
"I know nothing about that, sir," said Shuttleworth hastily.
Sypher rose and walked about the room, saying nothing, and his manager followed him anxiously with his eyes. Presently he paused before the cartoon of the famous poster.
"This would be taken over with the rest?"
"I suppose so. It's valuable—part of the good-will."
"And the model of Edinburgh Castle—and the autograph testimonials, and the 'Clem Sypher. Friend of Humanity'?"
"The model isn't much use. Of course, you could keep that as a curiosity—"
"In the middle of my drawing-room table," said Sypher, ironically.
Shuttleworth smiled, guessing that the remark was humorous.
"Well," he said, "that's as you please. But the name and title naturally are the essence of the matter."