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Show 137 "Ths one who runs ths PX." Ths Major frownsd. "Dossn't sound liks Biggs. Must bs a reason." The Colonel flicked his hand. "I'll be frank, Major. It isn't just the liquor, or the corporal - these are final straws, Things have been getting worse for a long time." The Major's head cams up, his nsck mulish again. "What do you mean, sir?" "You know what I mean. I don't liks ths way ths Detachments are being run." The Major's neck turned peony. Straightening up, he flicked his swagger stick against his leg and looked the Colonel in the sys. "Do you intsnd to maks it official, sir?" "If nscsssary. I'm not sure it will be_ necessary." The Major shruggsd. "What grounds do you havs?" "A prstty imprsssivs list. Want to hsar it?" "Shoot. Sir." Ths "sir" lay far snough in arrears to be insolent without being adjudicable. "You know as well as I do, but here goes. First, a Japanese national has been blackmarksting cigarsttss. Shs has admittsd and bssn finsd, but ths Dstachmsnts havs taksn no furthsr action. Whathsr shs bslongs to a gang has not, I bs-lisvs, even bssn invsstigatsd; in fact shs is still working" -- his eyss flicked toward Sid -- "for your exsc. "Sscond, shs obtained the cigarsttss from another Detach-ment officer. He has not been punished; rather he has been |