"I thought I might have to talk to Barty," Rabastan said, amused. "He always did like to keep the important things to himself."
He leaned back in his chair, rolling the coin between his fingers again, and glanced at the monkey, which made him smile. "I didn't think he had such good taste in women, though. You must be quite good at your job - or is it Miss Jadziah Wilhemina Monkeyfield that does the heavy lifting?"