“He’s the next best man,” he added, in defence of the proposal.
“I suppose so,” said Milton. “He’d better play, I suppose. There’s no one else.”
“Clowes thought it wouldn’t be a bad idea to shove Strachan on the wing, and put somebody else back.”
“Who is there to put?”
“Jervis?”
“Not good enough. No, it’s better to be weakish on the wing than at back. Besides, Rand-Brown may do all right. He played well against you.”
“Yes,” said Trevor. “Study looks a bit better now,” he added, as he was going, having looked round the room. “Still a bit bare, though.”
Milton sighed. “It will never be what it was.”
“Forty-three theatrical photographs want some replacing, of course,” said Trevor. “But it isn’t bad, considering.”
“How’s yours?”