To my amazement he produced from a little black bag all the implements
of the trade, including a pink print sheet which he proceeded to tuck in
round my neck.
His touch was unmistakable.
"Aren't you a professional?"
"Yes, sir, from ---- of Bond Street."
From that day on, twice a month if I was at home, this man who was worth
at least twenty thousand pounds cut my hair for sixpence.