And the businessmen on board the ship, saying to him: "The one who cracks this Kimon business is the one who'll have it big," and talking in terms of billions if he ever needed backing.
He remembered Morley pacing up and down the room. A foot in the door, he'd said: "Some way to crack them. Some way to understand them. Some little thing - no big thing, but some little thing. Anything at all except the deadpan face that Kimon turns toward us."
Somehow he had to finish the letter. He couldn't leave it hanging, and he had to write it.
He turned back to the writer:
I'll write you later at greater length. At the moment I'm rushed.
He frowned at it.
But whatever he wrote, it would be wrong. This was no worse than any of another dozen things that he might write.
Must rush off to a conference.
Have an appointment with a client.
Some papers to go through.