A friend of a friend wanted to treat himself to a nice watch but hadn't really worked out what kind. He also liked to buy British wherever remotely feasible and so was delighted to find there was indeed a British made watch that might fit the bill, but he couldn't seem to find anyone who sold it. Eventually he got a lead to a jewellers in Bond Street. He was earning good money, and not expecting it to be cheap, so wasn't put off by the location and off he went. He arrived there, pin stripe suited from the office and dinged the doorbell to get let in - it was that sort of place. He asked about the watch - "yes, we do have one. I'll get it from the safe for you to have a look at". He is shown the watch, and comments that it's very nice and the shop guy say "I complement you on your good taste sir; this is undoubtedly the finest timepiece we've ever had in our shop". He's getting a little uncomfortable by now so they spar a little as he tries to ask the price.
"a hundred and thirty four thousand pounds sir". As the phrase goes, he made his excuses and left.
I'm surmising it was made by George Daniels' successor Roger Smith, but that's just a guess