"I'd make it worth his while."
Bill laughed, "If you was to give Harrogate five bob, he'd talk his head off. And for ten he'll tell you how he found the south pole."
Erica turned to the more sympathetic one of the two.
"You know him? Does he have a home, do you know?"
"In winter he stays put, mostly, I think. But in summer he lives in a tent."
"Living with Queenie Webster somewhere near Pembury," put in the driver, who didn't like the shift of interest to Bill.
He put down some coppers on the scrubbed table and moved to the door.
"And if you're making it worth anyone's while, I'd square Queenie first if I was you."
"Thank you," said Erica. "I'll remember. Thank you for your help."
The genuine warmth of gratitude in her voice made him pause. He stood in the doorway considering her. "Tramps are a queer taste for a girl with a healthy appetite," he said, and went out to his lorry.