the flat. My father will be round there soon.' He looked over his
shoulder. Mr Bickersdyke appeared to be wrapped in thought.
'A painful business,' sighed Psmith. 'The man seems quite broken up. It
had to be, however. The bank was no place for us. An excellent career
in many respects, but unsuitable for you and me. It is hard on Comrade
Bickersdyke, especially as he took such trouble to get me into it, but
I think we may say that we are well out of the place.'
Mike's mind roamed into the future. Cambridge first, and then an
open-air life of the sort he had always dreamed of. The Problem of
Life seemed to him to be solved. He looked on down the years, and he
could see no troubles there of any kind whatsoever. Reason suggested
that there were probably one or two knocking about somewhere, but this
was no time to think of them. He examined the future, and found it good.
'I should jolly well think,' he said simply, 'that we might.'