“He’s too…he’s too…” Hayes moved his hands, as if looking for the right word. Finally he sighed. “Rich.” “I’m rich,” said Gaunt, wondering if this was code for something. Gaunt had come to realise that it often was, when people spoke of Ellwood. It wasn’t his money that troubled people, but his heritage, his dark good looks, his confidence. Hayes made a dismissive hand gesture. “He looks down on me,” he said. “I don’t think he does,” said Gaunt. Hayes scrunched up his face, and Gaunt decided to move on.
