John Adamson had a brilliant idea. He envisaged himself being wealthy, just like all those lucky devils he knew at his ostentatious Club, but if his idea was found out by the Fraternity hierarchy, vengeance could turn his life into a living nightmare. Fraternity members believed they were born superior; each one of them possessed a nauseating conceit that it was their birth right to be successful and benefit from their old money, aristocratic titles and Oxbridge contacts.