“No, no,” insisted Roberts. “I’m glad I’m in a position to help you.” Once more, he looked swiftly around him and continued in a lower voice. “I think it’s wonderful to be able to help people. Don’t you?”
“Yes.”
Roberts hesitated.
“It’s about the only thing there is in the world,” he said in a still lower tone. “Isn’t it?”
“Yes.”
He wrote his address on the card and handed it to Martin.
“I want you to come to my residence this evening. There, we’ll work out your economic destiny.” He smiled faintly.
Martin accepted the card, smiling also, wondering if he really looked this subjective and, if not, why Roberts’ obvious attitude.
“Very well,” he said, facing with curiosity a phenomenon before its occurrence. “What hour?”