‘You’d better keep quiet and try to go to sleep. You’ve nothing to worry about now.’
‘No. Wait a minute. Don’t go away. The cheque’s all right, that’s the chief thing. Just as well, because I’d have had a job to raise the wind elsewhere, laid up like this. There’s one thing about it—I can’t use this arm, so I shan’t have to write a long screed full of grateful penitence.’
‘Does he know about your accident?’
‘Not unless Aunt Mary’s written to him. My Grandmother’s on the Riviera, and I don’t suppose it would occur to my sister. She’s at school. The Governor never writes to anybody, and my Mother certainly wouldn’t bother with Uncle Peter. Look here, I must do something. I mean, the old boy’s been thoroughly decent, really. Couldn’t you write a line for me, explaining all about it? I don’
