'Well ... larger premises would be great ... but I'm not happy about you fraternising with this whats-his-name! Tell me again about why he gave you these books and what did you say about cash? People don't just go around doling out money with gay abandon!'
'Oh Johnny, do stop fussing! It was all legal and above board. Now where are we going to sell these books?'
Before I could answer, in walked a large tweed suited geezer, matching flat cap, and handlebar moustache.
Tipping his cap he said, 'Greetings and salutations, comrades. Bertie Bertram Esquire at your service.'