There you are—could I have a word?’ Sam jumped guiltily. She had been so engrossed in her own thoughts—thoughts which revolved totally around having a certain person on his knees, begging her forgiveness for misjudging her—that she hadn’t even heard Anne coming towards her until the other woman had spoken to her. ‘Yes. Of course...’ ‘It’s about James,’ Anne confided, drawing her to one side as other members of the team walked past them on their way to the communal dining area for their evening meal. ‘Ted thinks that he’s been bringing alcohol into the camp and drinking it. He says he could smell it on James’s breath the other morning, and he thinks he saw him drinking from a hip flask when they were out in the field, although of course he can’t prove it.’ Sam could hear the dismay in Anne’s voice. ‘Oh, surely not,’ she protested. ‘We all know now that having alcohol here even for our own consumption is strictly forbidden.
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