Perkins received Roland with considerable politeness, mingled for the first time with respect, also, Roland suspected, with a more deep dislike.
“Well, so you’re back, are you? And they all tell me you’ve been doing great things—interviewing Government officials.”
“I’ve had a bit of luck.”
“Useful luck?”
“I suppose so.”
“And now you want me to have a look at the accounts?”
“That’s it.”
“Right; bring them along.”
Roland laid out his personal accounts, his hotel bills, his railway fares, his entertaining expenses.
“And, as far as I can see,” he said, “there’s a balance of about thirteen pounds in your favor.”