done, Bertie,” said Claude. “You must spring some more funds, so that we can hedge on Hayward and save ourselves.”
“But—”
“Well, it’s the only way out.”
“But I say, you know, I hate the idea of all that money we put on Heppenstall being chucked away.”
“What else can you suggest? You don’t suppose the Rev. can give this absolute marvel a handicap and win, do you?”
“I’ve got it!” I said.
“What?”
“I see a way by which we can make it safe for our nominee. I’ll pop over this afternoon, and ask him as a personal favour to preach that sermon of his on Brotherly Love on Sunday.”
Claude and Eustace looked at each