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Show 152 from HQ, and it turns out that some of your officers are pretty good at 'em. Especially one." He looked across at Smead,and winked. "You may not know it, sir, but Smead has a slew of stuff hs didn't gst from Supply. Nor from ths Army. You know" -- and the receiver rattled hastily -- "He got it from the docks." There came a sharp sentence; then: "Wot himself. Mot Smead. He won't dirty his hands that way. He'll drive the jeep to pick the loot up, but somebody else has got to carry. "No, the houseboy did it. That goddam Tomo -- your Tomo, sir." He paused again, and continued on a lower note. "That's just the beginning; the worst is yet to come. That railing wasn't meant for Smead, it was meant for our ferry, and when Furukawa couldn't get it he used a substitute. When the boat headed for the rocks it was loaded down -- loaded down, sir" -- the "sir's" grew more and more acid -- "with women and childern. That's what I wanted to say." He waited, but the phone was quiet, and only the storm exploded. "I'm sitting here in Smead's office, sir, watching it rain, wondering how we're going to get back to Maka. Because I've got work to do. Lots of work in a court-martial. It'll be a mess - you prsfsrring chargss and ms preferring charges, your men tsstifying and my men testifying...." Hs sighsd. "Just bscauss of thsss knucklshsads, gstting us both in dutch." Thsre came a staccato burst, followsd by a long outpouring to which the Major listensd impassivsly, his syss on ths windows. At first ths sounds came sharply, somewhat aggressively; from |