"Is it you?" he inquired.
"Yes, I've fallen a long way Max."
The former tycoon was begging in a city doorway replacing the bedsheets of Mayfair hotels with a dirty sleeping bag. Max knew that Power had never recovered from the suicide of one of his employees who had accused him of bullying her.
Max could barely recognise him, he had lost so much weight reminding him of a Japanese POW.
"I'll get you sorted out," siad Max.
"No, this is my world now," he replied sadly.