This is a vulgar problem, but posed for the common good.
Sir Alistair Chichester’s butler Wadsworth filches petty change from his master’s shooting jacket upon a return from the foxes.
It has been established herein-prior that Gerry Rattigan, the proprietor of the Thane of Thoth, nicks just shy of a quarter of the hundred-quid-note covering Sir Alistair’s daily (save Sundays) consumption as an ill-deserved gratuity for his (Gerry’s) simpering service.
Question: If Wadsworth’s take is something half of Gerry’s take, what does said butler spirit from his master’s pocket in half a fortnight? Round to the next pence.
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