‘I still get paid?’ ‘Oh. Yes, of course. Your time and effort will still have been spent.’ What a very pleasant man. ‘And you want . . . what, a companion, assistant, generator of ideas about what to do next?’ ‘All of that, especially the last.’ ‘And you said fifty pounds?’ Daizell checked, in case he’d misheard and it was fifteen. ‘Well, I am happy to do my best, for what it’s worth.’ Which was, apparently, fifty quid. He’d never been so highly valued in his life.
So many cheap men in KJCs books
