tanglebobs

Updated: May 24, 2025

"That's seventy-five pounds a year at five per cint." "I can get better interest than that," said the widow gaily. "I've got two thousand laid out at seven per cent. haven't I, Clara?" "Safe, too," said the girl. "The deuce you have!" thought the major. "So, when we are making arrangements, I'll ask your assistance and advice, Major Tanglebobs. I know that we poor women are very bad at business."

Sir Arthur Conan Doyle - The Firm of Girdlestone