Chapter 6

Sir Arthur was nodding and seemed not to have noticed Roger’s moment of indecision. “I’m afraid proof may be even thinner on the ground after all this time. But I’ll do my best for you.”

“Thank you, Sir Arthur. It’ll mean a lot to Mabel. And to me.”

“Hmph. Touch of Deuteronomy there, eh, Cottingham?”

Roger flushed. “I—no. That is, Mabel is a dear friend, but I’ve no intentions towards her.”

“Well, well. I shall do what I can. And you’re quite certain about the position?”

“Thank you, but I feel I should take some time to find a profession that will suit me, rather than take the first place offered as I did last time.” Roger gave a twisted smile. “I’m living back at my parents’ house in Buckinghamshire for now, so I don’t suppose I shall starve.” He had some savings and a small amount of money in trust, but it had seemed foolish to exhaust his resources for no reason by keeping on his London apartment. And besides, Mabel was in Buckinghamshire.