"You mean you're serious about tramping?"
"As soon as I have got suitable clothes."
"I'd rather you stayed where I could get information from you if I wanted."
"I see the point. But how?"
"What about that architect's office? Why not try for a job?"
"I'm never going back to an office. Not an architect's anyhow. I was shoved there only because I could draw."
"Do I understand that you consider yourself permanently incapacitated from earning your bread?"
"Phew! That's nasty. No, of course not. I'll have to work. But what kind of job am I fit for?"
"Two years of hitting the high spots must have educated you to something. Even if it is only driving a car."
There came a tentative tap at the door, and the sergeant put his head in.