"I might have done it this afternoon.

Wittekind was off his head with delight and if I had asked him to give me a bogus cheque for ten thousand to show to old man Jornicroft, he would have written it without a murmur." "How much did he really write a cheque for this afternoon ?" I asked, knowing (as I have said before) my Adrian.
Barbara looked shocked.

"Hilary!" she remonstrated.
But Adrian laughed in high good humour.

"He gave me a hundred pounds on account." "That won't impress Mr.Jornicroft at all," said I.
"It impressed my tailor, who cashed it, deducting a quarter of his bill." "Do you mean to say, my dear Adrian," I questioned, "that you went to your tailor with a cheque for a hundred pounds and said, 'I want to pay you a quarter of what I owe you, will you give me change ?'" "Of course." "But why didn't you pass the cheque through your banking account and post him your own cheque ?" "Did you ever hear such an innocent ?" he cried gaily.

"I wanted to impress him, I did.