Rodolphus laughed. He'd already spoken to Maggie, Lisa and Shirley, all of who were not at all happy about 'working' for Bletchley. Rodolphus assured them that as a happily married man, his behaviour might have changed, but even so, they were to account for Bletchley's every whim, and keep him from finding out the information they were collecting, as they would report to him personally.
He didn't think Miles would say no to the offer. "I will tell them to come tomorrow, after lunch. You can reacquaint yourself with them, and they can be in place for tomorrow's trade." It was a done deal, and not a question for Bletchley to argue against.
He took a sip of the slow burning fire-whiskey and nodded. "Indeed, Bletchley, you are more astute than others give you credit for." He looked at the clock, and realised his time was starting to run low on his latest batch of polyjuice. Taking the flask from his pocket, he took a swig, wincing as it went down. It never did get any tastier, unfortunately.
"I have a rather special request, and you are the only man for the job." He sat forward in his chair, his demeanour getting more business like.
"You are good friends with Cassius Vaisey. I need you to pass on a message to him. A personal message, from me."