[MaC] The ARP warden arrives - and leaves

[Mel Mason]

>> "I'll be off then," said the warden - unless you'd like me to have a look
>> round ... "
>>
>> "That will be all right," said Marty.  "Just tell us about this bomb."
>>
>> The warden repeated his earlier warning and then took his leave, Marty
>> Fitzroy escorting him to the lift - as though to make sure he'd really
>> leave.
>>
>> The lift was slowly clanking its way down ... and Marty returned.
>>
>> "Now I need a drink," he announced.  "Hodges - a brandy and soda.  With 
>> not
>> too much soda."
>>
>> His mood seemed to have taken yet another turn for the worse.
>
> "And bother again," Warren said. "Frightful things, unexploded bombs.
> Have a habit of going off an hour or a week later. At the airfield,
> they've gotten into the habit of getting a sharpshooter and
> plinking at the thing from a distance... something wrong, Mister
> Fitzroy?"
>

Fitzroy was looking apoplectic.  "You're not suggesting we do that 'ere, I 
'ope?" he growled at Warren.