When Serven was sentenced he had thrown a quick look up at the gallery and Quayle's smile had deepened a little bit. Greeley had grinned inwardly. He had said to himself: "Nice work, chum! And how do you bleedin' well like that—three and a half years in quod for being a super Englishman! And I hope it keeps fine for you!" After which he had spat metaphorically and left the Court.
A cynical one, Greeley. Or was he? Perhaps under the cynicism was the character of a man whose sincerity, whose love of adventure, was that of a boy. Perhaps Greeley was a man who had never really grown out of boyhood, and if the jobs he did were a man's jobs, he was able to bring to them the mentality and atmospherics of the adventurous time of youth. His cynicism was in fact an armour adopted as a temporary def
