Gerry Rattigan is the publican who operates the Thane of Thoth, the watering hole popular among the better sort of denizens of Chichesterton-Upon-Hogg — though, to be sure, it’s also the only such establishment in the village. Gerry customarily nicks for himself a generous tip from the large-denomination note Sir Alistair Chichester drops nonchalantly on the countertop to cover his daily consumption of bitter. The purloined gratuity comes to thrice the wholesale cost of bitter (three shillings tuppence the pint — toss the tuppence in odd years owing to the Regency Levy exemptions for baronial preserves) summed to twice again that multiple.

Question: What does Gerry’s outrageous windfall for his simpering service amount to in a fortnight?

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