The Small Back Room Page #8

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There is a second trembler.

And I've only got to bang it

to send the whole thing up.

Satisfied?

Sorry.

- It was a personal matter.

- Yes.

Yes, I know all about that.

Dick Stuart just the same.

Well, and what do we do now?

Oh, you just get your chaps up

and steam the charge out.

That's all, is it?

That's all.

- Got everything you want?

- Yes, thanks.

Book, bun, sandwiches.

Did the mess sergeant give you a drink?

Yes. And I think I'll go

and put my feet up.

Yes, I should if I were you.

You've earned it.

Well, good-bye, my dear fellow.

Look here. Anybody ever has

any doubt about what you can do...

with your hands, your arms

or any other part of you...

you send them along to me,

do you see?

Hello. Who's that?

Uh, Taylor, sir.

Oh, hello, Taylor.

Anybody still here?

- Mr. Till and Miss Susan, sir.

- Right.

- Excuse me, sir. Could... Could I... Could I trouble you for a moment?

- Of course.

I... I understand that the fuse work

is being transferred away from here, sir.

Mmm. Professor Mair's

taking it back to his own lab.

He very kindly said he'd take me along

with him, sir, to carry on the fuse work.

That's what they told me.

Oh. They... They won't let me, sir.

What do you mean

they won't let you?

Well, they said because he can't have

uniformed men with him, sir.

- I'm to go back to general duties.

- That's ridiculous.

Yes, sir.

But I... I can't leave home

just now, sir...

not with the way things are.

I'd rather do anything.

I don't know, sir.

Can't go. I just...

Taylor. Leave this to me.

Don't worry, and don't do anything rash.

I promise you it'll be all right.

Well, thank you, sir.

Now get along home.

There's a good chap.

- Evening, Crowhurst.

- Evening, sir.

- Hello, Till.

- Hello.

- How'd you get on?

- Oh, all right.

- Good.

- Any news?

Holland phoned twice.

Madeleine phoned seven times.

There's a rumor Mair's out

and Brine's in.

- Anyone ask after me?

- Susan.

- She did?

- I didn't tell her though.

Good old Tilly.

- Hello.

- Hello.

Well?

Colonel Holland wants you to go

to the War Office as soon as you come in...

no matter how late.

Room 583.

What do you want?

I want you to go.

Don't knock. Come in.

Sorry to be late, sir. I've been out on a job.

I didn't get your message till I got back.

All right. Don't waste words.

Sit down.

Sit down, sit down.

What did you make of Strang?

- He's all right.

- Yeah, he feels the same about you.

Now then, it may or may not

have escaped your notice...

that up till now

we have been losing the war.

Nevertheless, it is the intention of

His Majesty's government that we shall win it.

And contrary to the impression

conveyed by the popular press...

it will be won by the army,

the navy and the air force.

In that order.

Now then, the army is to have

its own research section.

The man in charge

will have a free hand, equipment...

- Personnel?

- Anything. We want results.

Of course, you'll, um...

you'll have to be in uniform.

Otherwise you'll never get anything.

We'll make you a major or something.

- Well, what do you say?

- I accept.

You do?

- I never thought you would.

- Nor did I.

- Well?

- Well?

I want to talk to you.

- All right.

- Hickory Tree?

Lord Nelson?

Home?

- One thing I don't like.

- Only one?

- Your coming back on condition.

- What condition?

- That I went to the War Office.

- Come on in.

Oh, Sue.

Even the whisky.

Have a drink, Sammy.

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