Sharpe’s Fortress [181-011-4.2] By: Bernard Cornwell

of the approach, and God knows how much smaller metal.

Plenty.”

Wellesley removed the inkwells that had been serving as weights so that

the drawings rolled up with a snap.

“Not much choice, though, is there?” he asked.

“None, sir.”

Wellesley looked up suddenly, his eyes seeming very blue in the tent’s

half light.

“The supply train is twelve hours late, Captain. Why?”

He spoke quietly, but even Sharpe felt a shiver go through him.

Torrance, his cocked hat held beneath his left arm, was sweating.

“I . I.. .” he said, too nervous to speak properly, but then he took

a deep breath.

“I was ill, sir, and unable to supervise properly, and my clerk failed

to issue the chitties It was a most regrettable occurrence, sir, and

I can assure you it will not happen again.”

The General stared at Torrance in silence for a few seconds.

“Colonel Wallace gave you Ensign Sharpe as an assistant? Did Sharpe

also fail to obey your orders?”

“I had sent Mister Sharpe ahead, sir,” Torrance said. The sweat was

now pouring down his face and dripping from his chin.

“So why did the clerk fail in his duties?”

“Treachery, sir,” Torrance said.

The answer surprised Wellesley, as it was meant to. He tapped his

pencil on the table’s edge.

“Treachery?” he asked in a low voice.

“It seemed the clerk was in league with a merchant, sir, and had been

selling him supplies. And this morning, sir, when he should have been

issuing the chitties he was employed on his own business.”

“And you were too ill to detect his treachery?”

“Yes, sir,” Torrance said almost pleadingly.

“At first, sir, yes, sir.”

Wellesley gazed at Torrance for a few silent seconds, and the Captain

had the uncomfortable feeling that the blue eyes saw right into his

soul.

“So where is this treacherous clerk now, Captain?” Wellesley asked at

last.

“We hanged him, sir,” Torrance said and Sharpe, who had not heard of

Dilip’s death, stared at him in astonishment.

The General slapped the table, making Torrance jump in alarm.

“You seem very fond of hanging, Captain Torrance?”

“A necessary remedy for theft, sir, as you have made plain.”

“I, sir? I?” The General’s voice, when he became angry, did not

become louder, but more precise and, therefore, more chilling.

“The general order mandating summary death by hanging for thievery,

Captain, applies to men in uniform. King’s and Company men only. It

does not apply to civilians. Does the dead man have family?”

“No, sir,” Torrance said. He did not really know the answer, but

decided it was better to say no than to prevaricate.

“If he does, Captain,” Wellesley said softly, ‘and if they complain,

then I shall have no choice but to put you on trial, and depend upon

it, sir, that trial will be in the civilian courts.”

“I apologize, sir,” Torrance said stiffly, ‘for my over-zealousness.”

The General stayed silent for a few seconds.

“Supplies were missing,” he said after a while.

“Yes, sir,” Torrance agreed weakly.

“Yet you never reported the thefts?” Wellesley said.

“I did not believe you wished to be troubled by every mishap, sir,”

Torrance said.

“Mishap!” Wellesley snapped.

“Muskets are stolen, and you call that a mishap? Such mishaps, Captain

Torrance, lose wars. In future you will inform my staff when such

depredations are made.” He stared at

Torrance for a few seconds, then looked at Sharpe.

“Colonel Huddlestone tells me it was you, Sharpe, who discovered the

missing supplies?”

“All but the muskets, sir. They’re still missing.”

“How did you know where to look?”

“Captain Torrance’s clerk told me where to buy supplies, sir.” Sharpe

shrugged.

“I guessed they were the missing items, sir.”

Wellesley grunted. Sharpe’s answer appeared to confirm Torrance’s

accusations, and the Captain gave Sharpe a grateful glance. Wellesley

saw the glance and rapped the table, demanding Torrance’s attention.

“It is a pity, Captain, that we could not have questioned the merchant

before you so summarily executed him. May I presume you did

interrogate the clerk?”

“My sergeant did, sir, and the wretch confessed to having sold items to

Naig.” Torrance blushed as he told the lie, but it was so hot in the

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