Finding that Garry still had a tendency to finger disconcerting checks and jot figures on a pad, he reached for his hat and went out.
"I'm going to do some illustrating for Graham," he telephoned a little later, "if I do it quick.

I'm with him now.

I presume it's etiquette to do something financial when you're overdrawn.

Brian always watched the bank to see that they put nothing over on me." He disappeared from human ken for several days.

Garry, sniffing the odor of coffee and cigarettes in the corridor outside his door, pictured his horrible concentration.
"It's that hazy autumn sort of weather that gets me," he telephoned nervously one morning.