“Hello?”
“Do you think there would be any chance for me if I asked for work at Goble and Cohn’s?”
“You’re joking!” cried Nelly.
“I’m not at all.”
“But what do you want with work?”
“I’ve got to find some. And right away, too.”
“I don’t understand.”
Jill hesitated. She disliked discussing her private affairs, but there was obviously no way of avoiding it. Nelly was round-eyed and mystified, and Mr Brown had manifestly no intention whatever of withdrawing tactfully. He wanted to hear all.
“I’ve lost my money,” said Jill.
“Lost your money! Do you mean … ?”