‘YOU’D BETTER READ THESE notes, Olsen.’ MacGregor stretched across the wardroom table, handing him some typed sheets of quarto paper. This had been Soames’s work, last night; Olsen could see at once what he’d meant about the ribbon. The Captain said, ‘Orders for the reception of your Norwegian friends. Our Norwegian friends. Incidentally, this is where you start earning your keep, my lad.’
‘Earning keep?’
‘ ’M. You’re the Liaison Officer. You’re responsible for the passengers’ welfare, comfort, entertainment. Who knows - the girl may be pretty!’
Chief muttered, ‘If she is - Sir - I know who’ll be doing most of the entertaining, if that’s the word for it nowadays.’
‘If I had any idea what you meant, Massingbird, I might construe that as insubordination. But fortunately, I haven’t.’
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