08:00 · early
Hushy listens to Chatty first, then says the hard half out loud: somebody needs swapping off the bank job and will not ask. Chatty takes it away at speed.
2 fluffs tell this minute. None of them saw the same one.
Hushy stopped me in the lane at eight o'clock. Hushy had listened to me first — a good long stretch of me, the rope and the bunting and a passage about a bucket — and then, in a gap, said:
"Chatty. Somebody needs swapping off the bank job. They won't ask."
"Who?"
Hushy told me.
"Chatty. Somebody needs swapping off the bank job. They won't ask."
Chatty stopped mid-sentence, which almost never happens, and said "Who?" — and I told them, and Chatty was gone down the lane at speed, already talking, carrying it off to somebody who could actually do something about it.
Which is, I think, exactly what Chatty is for. I am the one who hears it. Chatty is the one who moves it. Neither of us is much use on our own.
Bravo took the bank in the end, and I am told stood at the top of it and said out loud that it was frightening before going down. I was not there. I heard about it afterwards, twice, from two different fluffs, both of whom thought it was the most surprising thing that had happened all day.
