"And if I had it would be quite regular--only a perquisite." For the hundredth time Mr.Manley remarked the likeness between Lord Loudwater and his butler.

They had the same fierce, protruding, red-rimmed blue eyes, the same narrow, low forehead, the same large ears.
Hutchings' hair was a darker brown than Lord Loudwater's, and his lips were thinner.

But Mr.Manley was sure that, had he worn a beard instead of whiskers, it would have been difficult for many people to be sure which was Lord Loudwater and which his butler.
Lord Loudwater again spluttered; then he roared: "A perquisite! What about the Corrupt Practices Act?
It was passed for rogues like you! I'll show you all about perquisites! You'll find yourself in gaol inside of a month." "I shan't.

There isn't a word of truth in it, or a scrap of evidence," said Hutchings fiercely.
"Evidence?
I'll find evidence all right!" cried his master.

"And if I don't, I'll, anyhow, discharge you without a character.