“Beastly sorry. Afraid I’m no good.”
“That’s all right. I don’t want to find the fellow, personally. It’s simply my job.”
“Fair wear and tear, so to speak?”
“Yes. Good morning.”
“Don’t go—I say, don’t. You’re just getting interesting!” Heads popped up in the surrounding beds. “Do tell us what it’s all about.”
“Merely a matter of damage in billets as I said.”
“Go on. There’s always damage in billets. You must ha’ done heaps, haven’t you? I have. There’s something more in it than that.”
“Well, there is. Perhaps it will be a lesson to you not to go too far with other people’s property.”
“I say, don’t get stuffy. What did the feller do?”
“He broke into a shrine.”