He said: "It's all right here if you know your way about. It's all right if you can get in with the right sort of people. But there's always a streak of luck, if you know what I mean, though I've never had it. I just go on doing the same sort of jobs—travelling around doing my own special job in munitions factories. Every bleedin' place I go to is practically the same as the last one, and I keep on doing the same sort of things." He grinned ruefully. "When I was a kid," he continued, "I was mad keen on adventure. So what do I get? I get this. Whereas that sister of mine, who never wanted to do anything except punch a typewriter in an office—look at her!" Greeley paused for a moment.
"Still," he went on, "maybe it wasn't only luck with her. Maybe it's because she's so damn' good-lookin'."
