Robert Holton looked at him. Mr Murphy could not tell what he was thinking for his face was relaxed and calm. “Well,” said Holton, “I don’t know. I don’t want to be out of my depth. I’d like to make more money. I like the idea of buying and selling stocks. I like that idea very much. In fact, that’s one of the reasons I came here.”
“Of course, there’s a lot of work to knowing about stocks and bonds. You realize all the work that’s involved.”
“Yes.”
“Perhaps a place will be found for you in that department. It’s hard to say, though. With your, ah, background it shouldn’t be too hard. That is, if you have the stuff.”
“I hope so.”
“Good.” Mr Murphy watched Caroline typing. “I understand,” said Mr Murphy finally in a changed voice, “that you’re going out tonight.”
Robert Holton looked surprised. “What do you mean?”
“Mr Heywood said you and he were going to the same party.”
Holton smiled. “That’s right, I’d forgotten. Mrs Stevanson’s giving a cocktail party. I guess that’s what he means.”
“It won’t hurt to be nice to him there,” said Mr Murphy with a laugh.