“What can you do?”
“That’s the point—I don’t know. I’ve got to find out.”
Cleigh lowered the glass.
“Let’s see; didn’t you work on a sugar plantation somewhere?”
“Yes. How’d you find that out?”
“Never mind about that. I can give you a job, and it won’t be soft, either. I’ve a sugar 268 plantation in Hawaii that isn’t paying the dividends it ought to. I’ll turn the management over to you. You make good the second year, or back you come to me, domination and all.”
“I agree to that—if the plantation can be developed.”
“The stuff is there; all it needs is some pep.”
“All right, I’ll take the job.”
“You and your wife shall spend the fall and winter with me. In February you can start to work.”