“General manager.”
“Is that why you’re asking me out to beer up, young fellow?”
“Yes.”
Galpin removed his waistcoat and hung it neatly on a chair back. He then proceeded to unlace his right boot. “What are you doing?” demanded Jeremy.
“Going back to bed.”
“Not interested?”
“Worse than that. I’m excited.”
“Want time to—”
“Want nothin’!”
“Well, but—”