Chapter SixGreenfield was led back to the large drawing room. Richards was waiting, having changed his suit, though the advertising man was sure he had done no permanent damage to the other one when he had charged at Richards in the projection room. Perhaps crumpled it a little, but obviously enough to offend this man's pride in his immaculate appearance. This time the suit was a dark blue pin-stripe, looking equally expensive, with, of course, a tie matched perfectly. Here was a man who undoubtedly liked the finer things, but Greenfield was decidedly dubious about the origins of the wealth that enabled him to afford them. His misgivings were about to be confirmed.
“Please sit down, Mr. Greenfield,” requested Richards, gesturing to a large armchair. Greenfield moved forward, leaving the o
