'Most,' agreed Monty. 'And when all the smoke's blown away you're still minus the mouse.’ ‘Yes.’ 'And Lottie isn't just bluffing? She'll do what she said?’ ‘Yes.’ Reggie pondered again. 'It looks to me as if the only thing you can do is meet her conditions.' 'What, become a movie actor?' That's about how it seems to pan out.’ A febrile spasm shook Monty. 'I won't become a bally movie actor. The mere thought of it gives me the pip. I hate acting. I've always dodged even amateur theatricals. Many's the time I've had an invitation to go and stay for a couple of weeks at some house and wanted to go and found out at the eleventh hour that they were doing A Pantomime Rehearsal or something in aid of the local Church Organ Fund and backed out like a rabbit. It's a regular what-d'you-call-it with me.' 'How do you mean, a what-d'you-call-it?' 'I can't remember the name. One of those ob things.’ ‘Obsession?' That's right. It's a regular obsession.’ 'Curious,' mused Reggie. 'I like acting myself.
