'Yes, from any school that can produce a treble of outstanding quality. But they must also have a solid academic grounding.'

'Well, if that's the case,' said Old Jack, 'I would like to submit a candidate for your consideration.'

'Of course, sir. Which school is the boy attending at the moment?'

'Merrywood Elementary.'

Another long silence followed. 'I have to admit that it would be the first time we've had an applicant from that particular school. Do you by any chance know the name of its music master?'

'It doesn't have a music master,' said Old Jack, 'but you should get in touch with the boy's teacher, Mr Holcombe, who will introduce you to his choir mistress.'

'May I ask the boy's name?' said Frobisher.

'Harry Clifton. If you want to hear him sing, I recommend you attend Matins at Holy Nativity Church this Sunday.'

'Will you be there, sir?'

'No,' said Old Jack.

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'How do I get in touch with you once I've heard the boy sing?' asked Frobisher.

'You don't,' said Old Jack firmly, and put the phone down. As he folded up his script and placed it back in his pocket, he could have sworn he heard footsteps crunching across the gravel outside. He quickly switched off the light, slipped out of Mr Hugo's office and into the corridor.

He heard a door open, and voices on the stairs. The last thing he needed was to be found on the fifth floor, which was strictly out of bounds to anyone other than the company's executives and Miss Potts. He wouldn't want to embarrass Sir Walter.

He began to walk quickly down the stairs. He'd reached the third floor when he saw Mrs Nettles heading towards him, a mop in one hand, a bucket in the other, a woman he didn't recognize by her side.

'Good evening, Mrs Nettles,' said Old Jack. 'And what a fine evening it is to be doing my rounds.'

'Evenin', Old Jack,' she replied as she ambled past him. Once he had turned the corner, he stopped and listened attentively. 'That's Old Jack,' he heard Mrs Nettles say. 'The so-called night watchman. He's completely crackers, but quite harmless. So if you come across him, just ignore him ...' Old Jack chuckled as her voice faded with each step she took.

As he strolled back towards the railway carriage, he wondered how long it would be before Harry came to seek his advice on whether he should enter his name for a choral scholarship to St Bede's.

30

HARRY KNOCKED ON the carriage door, strolled in and took the seat opposite Old Jack in first class.

During term time at St Bede's, Harry had only been able to see Old Jack regularly on Saturday mornings. Jack had returned the compliment by attending Matins at St Mary Redcliffe, where from the back pew he enjoyed watching Mr Frobisher and Mr Holcombe beam with pride at his protege.

In the school holidays, Old Jack could never be sure exactly when Harry was going to turn up because he treated the railway carriage like a second home. Whenever he returned to St Bede's at the beginning of a new term, Old Jack missed the boy's company. He was touched when Mrs Clifton described him as the father Harry never had. In truth, Harry was the son he'd always wanted.

'Finished your paper round early?' said Old Jack, rubbing his eyes and blinking, when Harry strolled into the carriage that Saturday morning.

'No, you just dozed off, old man,' said Harry, passing him a copy of the previous day's Times.

'And you're getting cheekier by the day, young man,' Old Jack said with a grin. 'So, how's the paper round working out?'

'Good. I think I'm going to be able to save enough money to buy my mum a watch.'

'A sensible present, considering your mother's new job. But can you afford it?'

'I've already saved four shillings,' said Harry. 'I reckon I'll have about six by the end of the holidays.'

'Have you chosen the watch you want?'

'Yes. It's in Mr Deakins's display cabinet, but it won't be there for much longer,' said Harry, grinning.

Deakins. A name Old Jack could never forget. 'How much is it?' he asked.

'No idea,' said Harry. 'I'm not going to ask Mr Deakins until the day before I go back to school.'

Old Jack wasn't sure how to tell the boy that six shillings wasn't going to be enough to buy a watch, so he changed the subject. 'I hope the paper round isn't stopping you from studying. I'm sure I don't have to remind you that the exams are getting closer by the day.'

'You're worse than the Frob,' said Harry, 'but you'll be pleased to learn that I'm spending two hours every morning in the library with Deakins, and another two most afternoons.'

'Most afternoons?'

'Well, Giles and I do occasionally go to the flicks, and as Gloucestershire are playing Yorkshire at the county ground next week, it will be a chance to see Herbert Sutcliffe batting.'

'You'll miss Giles when he goes to Eton,' said Old Jack.

'He's still working on his father to let him join me and Deakins at BGS.'

'Deakins and me,' said Old Jack. 'And be warned, if Mr Hugo has made up his mind, it will take more than Giles to shift him.'

'Mr Barrington doesn't like me,' said Harry, taking Old Jack by surprise.

'What makes you say that?'

'He treats me differently from the other boys at St Bede's. It's as if I'm not good enough to be a friend of his son.'

'You're going to have to face that problem all your life, Harry,' said Old Jack. 'The English are the biggest snobs on earth, and most of the time without reason. The lesser the talent, the bigger the snob, in my experience. It's the only way the so-called upper classes can hope to survive. Be warned, my boy, they don't care for upstarts like you who barge into their club without an invitation.'

'But you don't treat me like that,' said Harry.

'That's because I'm not upper class,' said Old Jack, laughing.

'Perhaps not, but my mum says you're first class,' said Harry, 'so that's what I want to be.'

It didn't help that Old Jack couldn't tell Harry the real reason Mr Hugo was always so off-hand. He sometimes wished he hadn't been in the wrong place at the wrong time, and witnessed what had really happened the day the boy's father died.

'Have you fallen asleep again, old man?' said Harry. 'Because I can't hang around chatting to you all day. I promised my mum I'd meet her at Clarks in the Broad because she wants to buy me a new pair of shoes. Not that I can see what's wrong with the pair I've got.'

'Special lady, your mum,' said Old Jack.

'That's why I'm buying her a watch,' said Harry.

The bell above the door rang as he entered the shop. Old Jack hoped that enough time had passed to ensure that Private Deakins wouldn't remember him.

'Good morning, sir. How can I help you?'

Old Jack couldn't fail to recognize Mr Deakins immediately. He smiled and walked across to the display cabinet and studied the two watches on the top shelf. 'I just need to know the price of this Ingersoll.'

'The lady's or the gentleman's model, sir?' asked Mr Deakins, coming out from behind the counter.

'The lady's,' said Old Jack.




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