“I know George well⁠—but he doesn’t like me. He’d never think of asking me to a serious gathering. All the same, I might⁠—”

She remained a moment lost in thought.

“Do you think I could work it through Bill?” asked Jimmy. “He’s bound to be there as Codder’s right hand man. He might bring me along somehow or other.”

“I don’t see why not,” said Bundle. “You’ll have to prime Bill and make him say the right things. He’s incapable of thinking of them for himself.”

“What do you suggest?” asked Jimmy humbly.

“Oh! it’s quite easy. Bill describes you as a rich young man⁠—interested in politics, anxious to stand for Parliament. George will fall at once. You know what these political parties are: always looking for new, rich young men. The richer Bill says you are, the easier it will be to manage.”