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You'd hardly believe how difficult it was to interest the public and make them take a flutter on the old boy. By the end of the week the only name we had on our list was a delicatessen-store keeper down in Bicky's part of the town, and as he wanted us to take it out in sliced ham instead of cash that didn't help much.
There was a gleam of light when the brother of Bicky's pawnbroker offered ten dollars, money down, for an introduction to old Chiswick, but the deal fell through, owing to its turning out that the chap was an anarchist and intended to kick the old boy instead of shaking hands with him. At that, it took me the deuce of a time to persuade Bicky not to grab the cash and let things take their course.
I gave the moustache a thoughtful twirl. It seemed to hurt Jeeves a good deal, so I chucked it. "I see by the paper, sir, that Mr. Bickersteth's uncle is arriving on the Carmantic." "Yes?" "His Grace the Duke of Chiswick, sir." This was news to me, that Bicky's uncle was a duke. Rum, how little one knows about one's pals!
Bicky's Adam's-apple jumped about a bit; then he started: "You see, you had cut off my allowance, uncle, and I wanted a bit of money to start a chicken farm. I mean to say it's an absolute cert if you once get a bit of capital. You buy a hen, and it lays an egg every day of the week, and you sell the eggs, say, seven for twenty-five cents. "Keep of hens cost nothing. Profit practically "
This elucidation appeared plausible as well as interesting to Kingsmead, and he felt that in learning something of the habits of the genus knife-boy he had added to his stock of human information, which he undoubtedly had. Then at lunch there had been the little matter of Bicky's dressmaker's bill.
"That'll be him at the door now." Jeeves made a long arm and opened the front door, and the old boy crawled in, looking licked to a splinter. "How do you do, sir?" I said, bustling up and being the ray of sunshine. "Your nephew went down to the dock to meet you, but you must have missed him. My name's Wooster, don't you know. Great pal of Bicky's, and all that sort of thing.
If Bicky's people hadn't left him anything and he depended on what he could prise out of the old duke, he was in a pretty bad way. Not that that explained why he was hunting me like this, because he was a chap who never borrowed money. He said he wanted to keep his pals, so never bit any one's ear on principle. At this juncture the door bell rang. Jeeves floated out to answer it. "Yes, sir. Mr.
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