“What are his qualifications?”
“I don’t know. He’s a clerk.”
“How old?”
“Twenty-five, perhaps.”
“What’s his name?”
“Bast,” said Margaret, and was about to remind him that they had met at Wickham Place, but stopped herself. It had not been a successful meeting.
“Where was he before?”
“Dempster’s Bank.”
“Why did he leave?” he asked, still remembering nothing.
“They reduced their staff.”