Tonight Bill Mead had stopped for a quick bite in Wakefield and then hurried home. As he walked through the early darkness of the winter night, Bill was pleasantly conscious of the brand new briefcase under his arm, filled with paperwork in connection with his new job at the bank. Bill was frankly glad to be swamped with work - it filled his evenings, keeping him mentally occupied - otherwise he went over and over the same well worn path in his mind...