The Old Colonial

He'd made a mint selling rhubarb to the Maltese; three guineas per stalk; told them it was "blood celery." But that was before that bad business with the aqueduct business went down. Boiled at source was a terrible idea, the water was always going to evaporate before it found its level, but he still kept the furnace lit and the valve open. You couldn't even dampen a pygmies armpits with what came trickling out of the copper piping. Consequently there was a run on mini-deodorants at the local supermarket, which is where I cashed in. Krugerrands, naturally.