Chapter 19Michael walked on up the main road as far as Kingswood Park after he had left the bank. The sky was grey with the odd dark cloud here and there and the pavements were still wet, and Michael had the misfortune to step on a cracked paving stone as he went along so that a jet of dirty water splashed over his shoes. The water soaked through into his socks he walked.
He was in a downcast and meditative mood, and he felt the need to sit and think; so he entered the park and went and sat on a bench.
There was a raised platform in the middle of the concrete-covered area where Michael was sitting, and a group of musicians were there tuning up. He was in no mood to listen to music, though. The interview had really been quite an ordeal, and he wondered whether the fat man, which is to say
