Chapter Twenty-Four
Adam Ainsley’s agent had been right in his guess where the grand a month that Ainsley had received was from. The new month had brought another payment and this time, Mr Jarvis, the bank manager, had instructed his staff to keep the tapes.
Ainsley’s generous benefactor turned out to be a customer of the bank and well known to the staff. He was quickly traced and had admitted he had paid the money into Ainsley’s account. When asked ‘why?’ he had simply said, ‘He was the best. Many’s the time I’ve watched Adam score a try when we thought the game was lost. I heard he was down on his luck and decided to help him out. I’ve been in the Far East and only heard he was dead after I made this last payment. A grand a month’s not much to me, but his player’s earnings wouldn’t go
