You found Selfridge playing golf amidst important operations, hitting his golf-ball into a mug. Typical.

"You see that?"

He called to one of his poor employees.

"Yes sir."

"No you didn't. You were looking at the monitor."

Parker retorted cheerfully.

"I love this putter, Ronnie. I love this putter."

He soon added.

You knew there was no point trying to speak to him like this, but duty called.