Timothy hesitated.
“Sir John,” he said, “I have had a pretty bad time in America. I’ve been running in a team with a crook and I’ve had to pay out every cent I had in the world.”
Sir John nodded slowly.
“Then it is money you want,” he said, without enthusiasm.
“Not exactly money, sir, but I’m going to try to start in London and I thought, maybe, you might give me a letter of introduction to somebody.”
“Ah, well,” said Maxell, brightening up, “I think I can do that for you. What did you think of doing in London?”
“I thought of getting some sort of secretarial job,” he said. “Not that I know much about it!”
Sir John pinched his lower lip.
“I know a man who may help you,” he said. “We were in the House of Commons together and he would give you a place in one of his offices, but unfortunately for you he has made a great deal of money and spends most of his time at Newmarket.”
“Newmarket sounds good to me,” said Timothy “Why, I’d take a chance there. Perhaps he’d try me out in that office?”