“Think you’ll go into Business?” asked Mr Murphy.
“Maybe, I don’t know.”
“Lot of openings now for a young man who wants to get ahead.”
“There probably are.”
They talked for a while of Business as though it were a state of being.
Trebling looked at Holton as Mr Murphy talked, looked at him, trying to find something familiar in his face. For a moment as he looked he thought he could see a tightness about the mouth, an effort at control but Jim Trebling could not tell what Holton was controlling and the mouth soon relaxed and he could tell nothing then.
Coming back on the boat together they had talked of what they were going to do when they got out.
“I think I’d like to make money,” said Holton, looking at the white wake of the ship.
“That’s not a bad idea. How?”
“Damned if I know.”