"I should think I have.

I've got about three hundred stuffed head of game stored in the London Repository, to say nothing of skins and as fine a collection of modern weapons as you ever saw.

I could furnish a place in slap-up style to-morrow." "But have you a chest of drawers or a pillow slip or a book or a dinner plate or a fork ?" "Thousands, my dear," said Jaffery.

"They're waiting to be called for in all the shops of London." He laughed his great laugh at Barbara's momentary discomfiture.

I laughed too, for he had scored a point.