There Brian had been a jewel.

It simply narrowed down to this, he told Garry: No matter how he started, he never had any.

Even a bag of change he had procured from the bank in a moment of desperation was never to be found.

It got under things.
His eventual solution of the difficulty plunged the club into scandal and uproar.

He found the bag of change and sprinkled coins into everything in the studio that would hold them.
"Now," he informed Garry with moody satisfaction, "I'll always be able to put my hand on some when I want it.