Chapter Nine
“You’re quite the gymnast Harry,” Frenchie complimented.
“I haven’t done the double back flip and entry yet.”
“Your aim that good?”
“Maybe not.”
“That was a bit cheeky dropping our wet dirty clothes into the hotel launderette.”
“Not really. The task was set for you to get muddy and have to sort it before the next morning. I was insured, as you have seen.”
“So I would have been performing in damp fatigues?”
“Yes.”
“How well did I do?”
“On the mud eight out of ten. With Adams ten out of ten.”
“Why only eight?”
“Because young Major you nearly killed me.”
“I thought that was the general idea. Anyway I know you better now.”
There small talk was interrupted by a knock on the door. Jones made to get up, Frenchie asking. “You gonna answer it in your birthday suit?”
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