LONDON LETTER
527
a fugitive now from his account at Bolton Street, Bisbee walks the streets.
He has discovered George Moore. It is by a busman's cafe in Ebury
Street that a good gray head, a hawk-like glance bends over him, one
night. "You're Harold Bisbee, aren't you? I used to know your stuff.
Been with us a long time now, son, haven't you. Almost one of us. How
would you like a job? Publishing-but there's a bit of editing to do as
well. Fine. My office, to-morrow, at nine!"
Cyril Connolly
