We had to get used to the Indian climate and lifestyle and the servants because we never had servants.The company had appointed a driver, gardener (bo...h male), cook and housemaid (both female) but after some time we replaced the house maid and we got a housemaid that was a widow with a 3-year baby girl. We let this house maid stay in the servant quarter at the back of our bungalow.All the servants had been more or less our age and we treated them nicely and they could move freely in and around. Then, that night, the solution came to me. I was watching a TV show and the bad guys were caught with marked bills. I asked Dad about that, and he told me that banks and police sometimes put invisible ink on money. I didn’t have any invisible ink, but I did have a fine tip pen with black ink. I wrote my name as small as I could on both the front and back of the bill, near where there was some other writing, and stuffed it back in the envelope.Friday morning Candy Pants braced me before I even. The intricacies of the till were explained to me and for just some of the time I was aware of Bev and Millie mentally checking my calculations. But they appeared satisfied. I was pretty well shattered when I hit the hay on the Sunday evening.The bank holiday Monday seemed to be worse than the Saturday had been, but thinking about it I'd worked less than a third of the Saturday. That Monday was a real killer. Damn. I was working so hard, I don't remember much of the day. So it was the third. Like we three older ones had absolutely no body hair, Roger Clare and I had bee done years before as we all bore the same revulsion for pubic hair. "Oh yes" laughed Clare," that was each of their 16th birthday present, well one of them anyway, both of them had been waxing virtually from the time the began to sprout. By now we were just about at our destination. A little bay protected by a mangrove lined ismuth, once inside the "Whereto", apart from her mast was invisible, you could get three.