Arthur shook his head, picked up his teacup, and blew on the steam rising from the surface of the tea: "Don't credit me with all the good things. If James is someone who can't be helped, even if you invite me to be his godfather, I can't save him. James did a very good job with the Golden Cross Station case. Since he performed so well, it's only natural for me to write him a recommendation letter. But even if the letter is sent, in the end, whether he can hold the position still depends on himself."
Hutter listened and smiled in agreement: "You're quite right. He's now just worried he can't keep steady, working overtime more desperately than when I was a constitutional soldier in Russia."
Arthur paused, his expression indifferent: "It's not to that extent, tell James not to be too nervous. What the world lacks most is not smart people, but those who work diligently without being too clever by half. If James can understand this, further promotion is just a matter of time."
