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Show 96 But the Major sensed the problem. "Getting your cigarettes picked up. Now you're in the soup," "Oh. Everybody sells cigarettes, sir." "If anybody else says that, I'll have his balls. I don't, dammit. Regulations say I don't, I don't. Why should I get in dutch because you do?" Jennings started to thump. "Smead does." "You get your hands on Smead's, and I'll give you TOY to Tokyo." Then he focussed, suspicious. "How do you know?" "He asked where I sold mine." The Major snorted. "You call that evidence?" "He was serious, sir. Said he wan't getting enough." "Who is?" And everybody laughed. But the Major grew sombre again. "Anybody else hear him?" "I'm not sure. We weren't - - on the base." "Where were you?" Jennings* face grew red, and he gave an extra thump. "The Fuji-en." "Oh Christ." The Major struck the desk and walked to the window. On the parade-ground Sergeant Bragg was making a mess of close-order drill. One of the squads was marching into the side of the chapel, and the Major watched until they hit. "Like everything else," he muuttered. Then he turned and dismissed the officers. "Cap'n," he said, as Sid prepared to leave. "I got a question." "Yes sir," and Sid closed the door. "Made out Jennings' promotion?" |