Get some of the servants to give you a description of him, and 'phone it through to Flack at the Yard.

"Well, he's a prince compared with Mr. Flack," Delia declared.

"Good-bye, Mr. Flack," said Francie, trying to gain ground from him.

"Well, I was in hopes I could show you something," Mr. Flack said.

"You draw me out and then you gibe at me," Mr. Flack returned.

"That one at the studio didn't make much of me, certainly," Mr. Flack declared.

Without Mr. Flack, at the cafes, he felt too much a non-consumer.

"I don't know, Mr. Flack," Francie answered with impatience.

"Well, they're like me then," said Mr. Flack with friendly cheer.

"I'm sorry; I hoped you'd tell me a good lot about it," said Mr. Flack, not with levity.