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he’s a planter and it was that lot who started the club. But if it wasn’t for the Army, it wouldn’t have had all those facilities like a swimming pool and squash court. It’s only our membership fees that keep it afloat.’
    â€˜And the bar profits!’ said Percy. ‘Very exclusive, The Dog – only officers and white men, very pukka!’ Tom wondered if dealing every day with scores of men with the clap had made him cynical about human nature.
    â€˜What about women?’
    The magic word brought Alec out of his trance. ‘Women? Well, the QA sisters are officers, so they qualify, but not their Other Ranks, of course. The only others are the wives of the members, though there’s a civilian English teacher seconded to the Garrison who they let in as a special favour.’
    Tom thought that the GDMO had picked up a lot of local gossip in the few months that he had been here – though he supposed there was little else to do except absorb all the tittle-tattle.
    â€˜That James Robertson – he seems a pretty forceful chap.’
    â€˜He’s full of bullshit!’ snapped Alec. ‘And that’s not on the swear-word list, Alf, so don’t look at me like that!’
    â€˜A colourful character, James,’ mused Percy Loosemore. ‘We could tell you a lot about him.’
    Alf Morris pulled off his handkerchief and sat up.
    â€˜Now watch what you say, Percy, especially around here.’
    Intrigued, Tom’s jug-handle ears almost wagged in anticipation.
    â€˜Tom should know the basics of the situation, Alf,’ said Percy. ‘It might stop him innocently putting his foot in it.’
    â€˜And now’s as good a time as any, when the other fellows aren’t here,’ suggested Alec Watson. With Morris still looking uneasy, Percy, the venereologist, launched into a tutorial on the local scandals.
    â€˜The plain fact is that our beloved senior surgeon, Peter Bright, has had a bit of a thing going with Robertson’s wife. A real cracker, is Diane, a blonde gorgeous enough to make your eyes water! Everyone seems to know about it except the damned husband.’
    â€˜I’m not so sure about that, Percy,’ grunted Alf Morris. ‘So don’t go mouthing it about or there’ll be hell to pay.’
    Alec Watson seemed to be looking forward to some High Noon drama in TT.
    â€˜If Jimmy Robertson does find out, there’ll be a shoot-out. Plenty of guns up at Gunong Besar, I’ll bet!’
    â€˜There’ll be a shoot-out if he hears you calling him “Jimmy”, my lad,’ snapped Alfred. ‘Our James is very touchy on that point – even “Jim” isn’t posh enough for him.’
    There was a pause while Percy rang a small brass bell that stood on the table. Number One padded in to take orders for more beer, offering his pad of chits and a pen for the drinkers to sign their pay away. As they waited, Tom recalled the object of the gossip, whom he had met briefly over a cup of tea that afternoon. Peter Bright was a Major, the senior of the two surgeons at BMH. A tall, good-looking man in his mid-thirties, Tom felt he was the sort of man that appeared on the covers of Mills & Boon hospital romances. Swept-back fair hair, blue eyes and an aristocratic nose gave him a head start in the lady-chasing stakes, to say nothing of his Oxbridge accent.
    After the drinks had materialized, Percy Loosemore was off again.
    â€˜Our Peter got divorced a couple of years ago, when his missus did a runner with some German chap at BMH Munster, so now he’s casting around for a new wife. And as the Robertsons are having a stormy passage these days, maybe he’ll get lucky.’
    The Administrative Officer clucked under his breath. ‘You really are a proper old washerwoman when it comes to gossip, Percy!’
    â€˜Well, the new lad here needs to know what subjects to avoid in the club – and in the