"Good work? You're going to turn him into another bloody Murdoch!"

[Filtered Away From Howie]

[George clears his throat]

Friday evening, after dinner, there's to be a party in my rooms for Sergeant Howie. Anybody who'd like may come.

[George leans in toward the communicator, and stage whispers for some inexplicable reason:]

But please don't let on to him, as it's meant to be a surprise.

[Added later and hastily:]

Oh, and: I'm in 5-5.