Publisher's Synopsis
His name was Charlie Mears; the main child of his mom, who was a widow, he lived in north London, whence he came to the City consistently to work in a bank. He was twenty years of age and spilling over with desires. I met him in a billiard cantina where the marker called him by his epithet, while he considered the marker Bull's eye. Charlie clarified for me, a little apprehensively, that he had just come there to watch; and, as it is no modest entertainment for youngsters to watch talent based contests, I recommended that Charlie would do well to return to his mom.
