West exploded with amusement. “So that’s how it strikes you! Yes, I do—not here—but never mind me—what are you doing in London?”
“Nothing,” was the truthful enough answer.
West’s gaze was kindly.
“Go on! Something tells me you are in a hole, and if I can do anything to help—”
“Thanks, Anthony. I see you haven’t changed,” said Colin gratefully. “I’ll tell you all about it, for I need advice badly.” And with commendable brevity he gave his friend an outline of his affairs.
After he had ended the other remained silent, a brooding look on his tired, rugged, honest face, for nearly a minute. He spoke abruptly, but gently.
“What do you want to do?”
“Anything.”
“H’m! What can you do?”
“Nothing.”