Brett is awaiting a telephone call from incompetent hired-thug, Morely Lyndon, who has promised to supply the name of who had employed him to beat Brett up.

Danny, who is staying with Brett, gets up in the morning to be confronted by a breakfast that would feed the combined populations of several starving nations.

Brett protests when Danny declines to eat anything and recounts the story of his Great, Great, Great maternal Grandfather.
 

	I'm not hungry
	But Daniel, you must eat something
	You sound like my mother. I don't want to eat anything. Leave me alone
	Food is good for you. Didn't I ever tell you about my great, great, great, maternal grandfather?
	Always!
	...the 7th Duke of Wendleshire...
	...also the 6th...
	Well, he would eat a breakfast like this then go down to the stables...
	...make life absolute hell for the stable-maids...
	...and then back for an early lunch - ooh, half a dozen pheasant; a few roasted chicken; half a side of pork, washed down with liberal doses of claret and port and he didn't look a day over 60 when he died
	How old was he? a hundred and two?
	Come down a little
	Ninety-six and a half
	No! Twenty-four
	"Twenty-four"
	He was the youngest Duke in the family vaults