GUT – Chapter 4

“Did so,” the bust sulked. “Would have helped more if they hadn’t been celebrating on that other ship. What’s its name now?”

“The Concordia?”

“Can’t remember. That might be it. Anyway, celebrating they were, with the bubbly. The same stuff you’ve obviously been drinking by the look of you.”

Pippa straightened her skirt and tried to pull it down a bit to cover the top of the ladder in her tights.

But the bust was oblivious. “The watch fell asleep and didn’t hear the SOS.” The bust sighed. “It always takes two in communications. Same thing today. They’ve got all those plugs, but don’t realize that there aren’t any sockets in the desert.”

“What are you talking about?” Pippa said. “Socks in the desert?”

“Sockets, girl. Sockets. This is the G.U.T. They make plugs, don’t they? Or they make them work.”

“Er …”

“Well, they forgot the sockets, didn’t they?” The bust sighed again. “I suppose they’re working on it.”

Pippa shook her head and thought to herself that old Sam Morse must also have had a swig of the white bubbly.

“No, he hasn’t. And he’s quite right about the sockets,” a familiar voice said. “But I cannot stop now. That’s another thing I’ll tell you about when you come to my office.”

Pippa gaped and saw the old Indian man scurry down the corridor, “Wait,” she called.

“Can’t stop now,” he called back and disappeared around the corner.

I’m going to have to make time and find The Saint, Pippa thought. It is all very puzzling. Maybe Josinta knows where I can find his office.