Rogers restrained from gulping.
‘Fortunately a travelling blind tailor has been found who will repair the uniforms, at a cost. However there are constant allegations from the prospective candidates they had been deliberately measured incorrectly by this charlatan. Ensuring zips strain and on more than one unfortunate occasion buttons twang seemingly on command, leading to the most embarrassing situations.’
Rogers had started to unconsciously test his jacket buttons and almost yelped when the third brass button pinged into his hand.
‘Although the tailor has been accused of maliciously bringing the service into disrepute., these allegations have always been defended by the mysterious uniform sub-committee group whose memos would appear refuting any such intention, even if they had been whispered behind closed doors much to the surprise of the whisperers. The accusers quickly found no uniform ever fitted them again and this was of course the beginning of the end for their careers.’
A pop sounded from the jacket and the fourth brass button sprung into an increasingly nervous hand.
‘It was therefore hotly disputed whether it was fortunate the tailor seemed to have no concept of time. Disappearing for years with any number of the mystical uniforms in his possession which are eventually returned it does mean however there are only a precious, limited number of dress uniforms in circulation at any time,’ Wyse was enjoying this and pointed downwards at Rogers, ‘you seem to have lost something.’
Instinctively Rogers hand went to his trousers where were it not for the robust belt, a different sensation would have greeted his hands. His trouser button dangled by a thread and easily snapped as he retrieved it.
‘You’ve done this Wyse!’ accused Rogers with the buttons biting into his hand, ‘I don’t know how? But I know you’ve done it.’
It had always been Wyse’s fault, ever since he had joined the Service. Wyse had constantly undermined him and his efforts for promotion but he had shown him, he had shown them all.
‘You still blame me for what happened don’t you Wyse? Or do you resent the fact I am better than you and they gave me your old job? Even though it was me who saved the day, you were demoted because of your incompetence, you’re the one who started that farce. Well cat got your tongue old man or are you too embarrassed to say anything?’
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