"True enough," Firecrest said when Shrike pointed out he wasn't stuck in the pub. "And even them upper class folk have some that not respectable person would work for. A niche market, I'd say." He had heard of a wealthy man in Wellingtonshire that was even less reputable than most of the Umbernaulds - if he had kids, Firecrest was sure he'd hire someone without references. Plus, he could just get one of his siblings to fake being a reference for him if need be.