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.He's expected back in England at any moment, and his mother is now telling anyone who still cares to inquire that Guy was offered such an irresistible appointment in the City that he was willing to sacrifice his commission.I can't imagine that anyone really believes her, and anyway most decent-minded people think the City's about the right place for the likes of Trentham.""Do you think I ought to tell Becky?""No, I don't," said Percy."In fact I never told Daphne about my second encounter with Trentham at the Overseas Club.So why bother Becky with the details? From what I've heard from her this evening she's got quite enough on her plate to be going on with.""Not to mention the fact that she's about to give birth," added Charlie."Exactly," said Percy."So let's leave it at that for the time being.Now, shall we go and join the ladies?"Over a large brandy in yet another room filled with ancestors including a small oil of Bonny Prince Charlie, Becky listened to Daphne describe the Americans, whom she adored, but felt the British should never have given the darlings away; the Africans, whom she considered delightful but who ought to be given away as soon as, was convenient; and the Indians, whom she understood couldn't wait to be given away, according to the little man who kept arriving at Government House in a dishcloth."Are you by any chance referring to Gandhi?" asked Charlie, as he puffed away more confidently at his cigar."I find him rather impressive."On the way back to Gilston Road Becky chatted happily as she revealed all the gossip she had picked up from Daphne.It became obvious to Charlie that the two women had not touched on the subject of Trentham, or the threat he currently posed.Charlie had a restless night, partly caused by having indulged in too much rich food and alcohol, but mainly because his mind kept switching from why the colonel should want to resign to the problem that had to be faced with Trentham's imminent return to England.At four o'clock in the morning he rose and donned his oldest clothes before setting off to the market, something he still tried to do at least once a week, convinced there was no one at Trumper's who could work the Garden the way he did, until, quite recently, when a trader at the market called Ned Denning had managed to palm him off with a couple of boxes of overripe avocados and followed it up the next day by pressing Charlie into buying a box of oranges he'd never wanted in the first place.Charlie decided to get up very early on the third day and see if he could have the man removed from his job once and for all.The following Monday Ned Denning joined Trumper's as the grocery shop's first general manager.Charlie had a successful morning stocking up with provisions for both 131 and 147, and Bob Makins arrived an hour later to drive him and Ned back to Chelsea Terrace in their newly acquired van.Once they arrived at the fruit and vegetable shop, Charlie helped unload and lay out the goods before resuming home for breakfast a few minutes after seven.He still considered it was a little early to place a phone call through to the colonel.Cook served him up eggs and bacon for breakfast, which he shared with Daniel and his nanny.Becky didn't join them, as she had not yet recovered from the aftereffects of Daphne's dinner party.Charlie happily spent most of breakfast trying to answer Daniel's string of unrelated, never ending questions until nanny picked up the protesting child and carried him back upstairs to the playroom.Charlie flicked open the cover of his half hunter to check the time.Although it was still only a few minutes before eight, he felt he couldn't wait any longer so he walked through to the hall, picked up the stem phone, unhooked the earpiece and asked the operator to connect him with Flaxman 172.A few moments later he was put through."Can I have a word with the colonel?""I'll tell him you're on the line, Mr.Trumper," came back the reply.Charlie was amused by the thought that he was never going to be able to disguise his accent over the telephone."Good morning, Charlie," came back another accent that was also immediately recognizable."I wonder if I might come round and see you, sir?" Charlie asked."Of course," said the colonel."But could you leave it until ten, old fellow? By then Elizabeth will have gone off to visit her sister in Camden Hill.""I'll be there at ten on the dot," promised Charlie.After he had put the phone back on the hook, he decided to occupy the two hours by completing a full round of the shops.For a second time that morning and still before Becky had stirred, he left for Chelsea Terrace.Charlie dug Major Arnold out of hardware before beginning a spot check on all nine establishments.As he passed the block of flats he began to explain in detail to his deputy the plans he had to replace the building with six new shops.After they had left Number 129, Charlie confided in Arnold that he was worried about wines and spirits, which he considered was still not pulling its weight.This was despite their now being able to take advantage of the new delivery service that had originally been introduced only for fruit and vegetables.Charlie was proud that his was one of the first shops in London to take orders by telephone, then drop off the goods on the same day for account customers.It was another idea he had stolen from the Americans, and the more he read about what his opposite numbers were up to in the States the more he wanted to visit that country and see how they went about it firsthand.He could still recall his first delivery service when he used his granpa's barrow for transport and Kitty as the delivery girl.Now he ran a smart blue three-horsepower van with the words, "Trumper, the honest trader, founded in 1823," emblazoned in gold letters down both sides.He stopped on the corner of Chelsea Terrace and stared at the one shop that would always dominate Chelsea with its massive bow window and great double door.He knew the time must almost be ripe for him to walk in and offer Mr.Fothergill a large check to cover the auctioneer's debts; a former employee of Number 1 had recently assured Charlie that his bank balance was overdrawn by more than two thousand pounds
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