If you didn’t want something to reach foreman Harold’s ears... tell nobody... and definitely not Denny. Denny had made his career being Harold’s mate, his charge-hand. Wherever Harold had a job, Denny was charge-hand. Whenever Harold wanted to investigate goings-on on-site, Denny started sniffing. When Denny started sniffing, we smelt a rat.
Things ‘going-on’ included the disappearance of a pile of bricks... some timber.... evidence of behind-the-shed shagging... But any local scoundrel could be responsible.
I secretly thought why not lock stuff in the shed? But that would give me more sweeping up.