“No.”
“Then what induced you to come to this particular little Hell upon Earth?”
“Chance,” said Martin. “One place is pretty much the same to me as another.”
“What kind of work are you looking for?”
“Anything. From sweeping the floor to running a business.”
“Only coolies sweep floors here,” said Mr. Tudsley, tilting back his chair and clasping his hands behind his back. “And only experienced men of business run businesses. What business have you run?”
“None,” said Martin.
“Well, what business qualifications have you?”
“None. But I’m an educated man—Cambridge——”
“Yes, yes, one sees that,” the other interrupted. “There are millions of them.”