I can imagine mC asking Lady Knightellington for a lining.
"Ey up, love! I know yer Saluki’s a right fancy sort, all pedigree an’ that, but I’ve got me a proper grafter ‘ere – a lampin’ lurcher that’s seen more fields than most folk see pavements. Best rabbiter I’ve ever ‘ad, picks ‘em up like they’re stood still, an’ it’ll run a 500-yard slip like it’s nowt. Tough as owt, fast as the wind, an’ it’ll work all night without stoppin’. Reckon if we put ‘em together, we’d get a litter wi’ both brains an’ proper gears. So what d’yer reckon, fancy lettin’ yer posh ‘un ‘ave a go wi’ a real worke