“You haven’t got anybody else this afternoon” observed Miriam.
“I know. But I want to be down at Headquarters by five in full kit if I possibly can. Has the Pater got anybody?”
“No. The afternoon’s marked off—he’s going out, I think. Look here, I’ll clear up your things afterwards if you want to go out. Will you want all these for Mr. Buck?”
“Oh—all right, thanks; I dunno. I’ve got to finish him off this afternoon and make him pay up.”
“Why pay up? Isn’t he trustworthy?”
“Trustworthy? A man who’s just won three hundred pounds on a horse and chucked his job on the strength of it.”
“What a fearfully insane thing to do.”
“Lost his head.”
“Is he very young?”
“Oo—’bout twenty-five.”