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'And they'd never catch us either. We'd simply stroll through the woods dropping a few raisins here and there as we went, and even if they were watching us they wouldn't notice anything.'
'Gordon,' he said, laying a hand on my knee and gazing at me with eyes large and bright as two stars. 'If this thing works, it will revolutionize poaching.'
'I'm glad to hear it.'
'How many pills have you got left?' he asked.
'Forty-nine. There were fifty in the bottle and I've only used one.'
'Forty-nine's not enough. We want at least two hundred.'
'Are you mad!' I cried.
He walked slowly away and stood by the door with his back to me, gazing at the sky.
'Two hundred's the bare minimum,' he said quietly. 'There's really not much point in doing it unless we have two hundred.'
What is it now, I wondered. What the hell's he trying to do?
'This is the last chance we'll have before the season opens,' he said.
'I couldn't possibly get any more.'
'You wouldn't want us to come back empty-handed, would you?'
'But why so many?'
Claud turned his head and looked at me with large innocent eyes. 'Why not?' he said gently. 'Do you have any objection?'
My God, I thought suddenly. The crazy bastard is out to wreck Mr Victor Hazel's opening-day shooting-party.
'You get us two hundred of those pills,' he said, 'and then it'll be worth doing.'
'I can't.'
'You could try, couldn't you?'
Mr Hazel's party took place on the first of October every year and it was a very famous event. Debilitated gentlemen in tweed suits, some with titles and some who were merely rich, motored in from miles around with their gun-bearers and dogs and wives, and all day long the noise of shooting rolled across the valley. There were always enough pheasants to go round, for each summer the woods were methodically restocked with dozens and dozens of young birds at incredible expense. I had heard it said that the cost of rearing and keeping each pheasant up to the time when it was ready to be shot was well over five pounds (which is approximately the price of two hundred loaves of bread). But to Mr Hazel it was worth every penny of it. He became, if only for a few hours, a big cheese in a little world and even the Lord Lieutenant of the county slapped him on the back and tried to remember his first name when he said goodbye.
'How would it be if we just reduced the dose?' Claud asked. 'Why couldn't we divide the contents of one capsule among four raisins?'
'I suppose you could if you wanted to.'
'But would a quarter of a capsule be strong enough for each bird?'
One simply had to admire the man's nerve. It was dangerous enough to poach a single pheasant up in those woods at this time of year and here he was planning to knock off the bloody lot.
'A quarter would be plenty,' I said.
'You're sure of that?'
'Work it out for yourself. It's all done by bodyweight. You'd still be giving about twenty times more than is necessary.'
'Then we'll quarter the dose,' he said, rubbing his hands. He paused and calculated for a moment. 'We'll have one hundred and ninety-six raisins!'
'Do you realize what that involves?' I said. 'They'll take hours to prepare.'
'What of it!' he cried. 'We'll go tomorrow instead. We'll soak the raisins overnight and then we'll have all morning and afternoon to get them ready.'
