“A financier,” said T. A. C. Anderson promptly.
He seated himself, leant his elbow on the desk and his head on his hand, his eyes never leaving Cartwright.
“I think that’s a great scheme—finance,” he said. “I’m a whale at mathematics.”
“What particular branch of finance?” asked Cartwright with a smile.
“Other people’s finance,” said the boy promptly; “the same business as yours.”
Cartwright threw back his head and laughed.
“And do you think you’d be able to keep twenty companies in the air at the same time?” he said.
“In the air?” the boy frowned. “Oh, you mean going all at once? Rather! Anyway, I’d take a chance.”
The phrase struck Cartwright.
“Take a chance? That’s curious. I called you Take A Chance Anderson just before you came in.”