Mr Erskine was a large, slow–moving man with a broad, healthy, expressionless face. From his appearance and the slowness of his speech you would have guessed with confidence that he had something to do with either agriculture or cattle–breeding. His wits were as slow as his movements, and he was the kind of man who never hears of anything until everybody else has stopped talking about it. How such a man came to be in charge of an advertising agency, only the strange gods of capitalism know. But he was quite a likeable person. He had not that sniffish, buttoned–up spirit that usually goes with an ability to make money. And in a way his fat– wittedness stood him in good stead. Being insensible to popular prejudice, he could assess people on their merits; consequently, he was rather go
