It was from some unknown person, who signed himself as Acting Assistant Chaplain-General, to the effect that he was to be moved to another base, and that as the A.C.G.was temporarily on leave, he had better apply to the Colonel of his own group for the necessary movement order.

On the whole this was unintelligible to Peter, but he was already learning that there was no need to worry about that, for somebody would be able to read the riddle.

What annoyed him was the fact that he had got to move just as he was settling down.

It was certainly a matter for another cigarette, and as he lit it he perceived one gleam of sunshine: he need worry no more about the fish.
Peter waited till Harold had finished his breakfast before he imparted the news to the world a couple of hours or so later.

"I say, skipper," he said, "I've got to quit." "What, padre?
Oh, hang it all, no, man! You've only just taken on the mess secretary's job, and you aren't doing it any too badly either.