‘NOW THEN.’ MACGREGOR smothered a yawn. ‘We’ll teach you this game.’ Crawshaw was back, now, so there were five of them close together around the table. He thought, Those women have got some sense! Here we are, playing ruddy dice in the middle of the forenoon when we ought to be catching up on sleep - and all out of politeness to these blokes who’d almost certainly rather be dossing down themselves and are only trying to keep awake out of politeness to us. How the hell did it start? He thought, After lunch, there’ll be no games, no talking. Just sleep!’ He picked up the dice, and asked the bishop, ‘Do you know the hands of poker, Sir? Ordinary poker, with cards?’
The bishop shook his head. ‘But I have always wished to know this, Captain. You will explain?’
Oh, my God! To teach a foreign
