7
BURIED TREASURE
Turning William’s problem over in his mind the next morning, Algy was distracted by a whispered aside as he left the breakfast table.
‘Excuse me, sir. Can I have a word?’ It was the Catering Sergeant, looking slightly embarrassed.
‘I’m sorry, have I forgotten to settle up?’
The man shuffled his feet nervously. ‘No worries on that score, sir. Your slate’s clean – always is.’
‘Then what’s the problem – are we running out of supplies or something?’
The Sergeant twisted his apron and swallowed. ‘No, nothing like that…’
‘Come on, Ted, you can tell me – what’s up?’
‘Well sir, it’s not my place to mention… I wondered if you might have a word on my behalf.’
‘Cough it up – I’ll do what I can, you can trust me, after all the time we’ve served together.’
There was a sigh
