The one problem which had nagged away at the back of her mind during the break was the need to find a driver to replace Ollie Griffin, but when she met Herbie at the yard to discuss plans he had a suggestion to make. ‘There’s always my brother Cliff,’ he said. ‘Since the strike, money’s so short that nobody seems to want a taxi, and what business he does get is usually in the evenings. I reckon he’d be only too glad of the job.’ ‘Do you think so?’ Amy asked, relieved. ‘I did mention it to him over the holiday,’ Herbie informed her. ‘I couldn’t say anything definite until I’d spoken to you, of course, but I can see him tonight if you like and I reckon I can vouch for him being here in the morning.’ ‘Oh, that would be marvellous, Herbie!’ Amy said. Sure enough, next morning Cliff Button put in an appearance at the yard, sauntering into the office with the air of a man who knew he was dispensing a favour.
