worried about suggesting the idea of being a driver to him,’ Lucy pointed out. ‘As a qualified motor mechanic he would have a job for life, so it’s his future I’m worried about.’
‘On the other hand,’ Robert said thoughtfully, running his hand through his shock of fair hair, ‘he was saying the other day that he’s not enjoying working in the showroom and being a general dogsbody, so he might welcome the idea.’
‘How can we be sure?’ Lucy frowned.
‘By doing what Percy suggests and asking him, I suppose,’ Robert sighed. ‘Let’s ask Sam if he’d like to come out for a drink with us tonight and then we can tell him what Percy has suggested and find out how he feels about it.’
‘That’s a good idea as long as he doesn’t invite Patsy along as well because I’m sure it is her idea that he should become a driver,’ Lucy said. ‘Perhaps I should suggest to her that we go to the pictures tonight, just to make sure.’
‘No,’ Robert shook his head firmly, ‘you were the one Percy asked to talk to Sam about this, so you must be there. I agree with you that we don’t want Patsy along as well, so don’t say anything to Sam when you get home. Later on this evening I’ll call round and then invite him to come out for a bevvy.’
‘Just the two of you,’ she said with relief.
‘No, you must come as well.’
‘Won’t Sam think that is rather strange? He is bound to suggest that if I am coming we ought to take Patsy along as well.’
‘I’ll deal with that if he does. I’ll tell him that since we are only going for a quick half it’s not worth going round for her.’
‘Surely it would be much better if it was just the two of you?’ Lucy persisted.
‘No,’ Robert said firmly. ‘You must be the one to tell him what Percy has suggested. ‘I’ll talk it over with him afterwards, if he wants to do so, but as we said before, it is up to him what he decides to do.’
Chapter Four
Lucy watched the changing expressions on her brother’s face as she repeated what Percy had suggested. At first his dark eyes widened with astonishment. Then his thick brows drew together in contemplation of the idea and his eyes narrowed speculatively.
When she’d finished speaking he took a long drink of beer from his glass and then looked questioningly not at her but across at Robert who had remained silent the entire time Lucy had been talking.
‘What do you think about it?’ he asked.
Robert picked up his own glass and stared down into it as if seeking an answer. ‘I don’t know what to think, it’s up to you, whacker, isn’t it?’ he said at last.
‘I’m well aware of that,’ Sam stated, ‘but I wondered what you thought of the idea.’ He looked at Lucy. ‘Do you think they mean it about me packing in my apprenticeship and becoming a driver instead? Or do you think it is something that Percy has dreamed up himself while he’s been lying there in his hospital bed with nothing else to do and that probably his old man knows nothing about it?’
‘He told me that he and his father had talked it over,’ Lucy assured him.
‘So do you believe him?’ Sam persisted. ‘I’m wondering if Patsy’s had something to do with it. She’s always saying she wished I had a white-collar job; one where I didn’t get all oily and my hands stained with grease from the cars. Do you think she’s the one who has put the idea into Percy’s head?’
‘I really don’t know,’ Lucy said uncertainly. ‘It was Mr Carter who asked me to go and visit Percy, though, and he said there was something Percy wanted to talk to me about.’
‘Yes, but he didn’t give you any idea what it was,’ Sam muttered, picking up his glass again and staring into its contents.
Robert drained his own glass and began fastening his coat as though ready to leave. ‘Why don’t you mull over the suggestion, Sam, and then if Mr Carter does ask you about it, at least you will know what sort of answer to give him,’