’Our agents must have got the disease already, the pretty fever; and be safe against infection.  There must be on the side of the agent a prior attachment.  Now, don’t interrupt, there always is a prior attachment.  You are in love, I am in love, he, she, and they, all of the broken brigade, are in love; all the more because they have not a chance.  “Cursed be the social wants that sin against the strength of youth.”  So, you see, our agents will be quite safe not to crown the flame of the patients, not to accept them, if they do propose, or expect a proposal.  “Every security from infection guaranteed.”  There is the felt want.  Here is the remedy; not warranted absolutely painless, but salutary, and tending to the amelioration of the species.  So we have only to enlist the agents, and send a few advertisements to the papers.  My first editions must go.  Farewell Shelley, Tennyson, Keats, uncut Waverleys, Byron, The Waltz, early Kiplings (at a vast reduction on account of the overflooded state of the market).  Farewell Kilmarnock edition of Burns, and Colonel Lovelace, his Lucasta, and Tamerlane by Mr. Poe, and the rest.  The money must be raised.’  Merton looked resigned.

‘I have nothing to sell,’ said Logan, ’but an entire set of clubs by Philp.  Guaranteed unique, and in exquisite condition.’

‘You must part with them,’ said Merton.  ’We are like Palissy the potter, feeding his furnace with the drawing-room furniture.’

‘But how about the recruiting?’ Logan asked.  ’It’s like one of these novels where you begin by collecting desperados from all quarters, and then the shooting commences.’

‘Well, we need not ransack the Colonies,’ Merton replied.  ’Patronise British industries.  We know some fellows already and some young women.’

‘I say,’ Logan interrupted, ’what a dab at disentangling Lumley would have been if he had not got that Professorship of Toxicology at Edinburgh, and been able to marry Miss Wingan at last!’

’Yes, and Miss Wingan would have been useful.  What a lively girl, ready for everything,’ Merton replied.

‘But these we can still get at,’ Logan asked:  ’how are you to be sure that they are—­vaccinated?’

‘The inquiry is delicate,’ Merton admitted, ’but the fact may be almost taken for granted.  We must give a dinner (a preliminary expense) to promising collaborators, and champagne is a great promoter of success in delicate inquiries. In vino veritas.’

‘I don’t know if there is money in it, but there is a kind of larkiness,’ Logan admitted.

‘Yes, I think there will be larks.’

’About the dinner?  We are not to have Johnnies disguised as hansom cabbies driving about, and picking up men and women that look the right sort, in the streets, and compelling them to come in?’

’Oh no, that expense we can cut.  It would not do with the women, obviously:  heavens, what queer fishes that net would catch!  The flag of the Disentanglers shall never be stained by—­anything.  You know some likely agents:  I know some likely agents.  They will suggest others, as our field of usefulness widens.  Of course there is the oath of secrecy:  we shall administer that after dinner to each guest apart.’