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she now wants me to teach her how to play. After a couple of attempts at reaching the table Daisy finally has to agree, billiards is not a little girl’s game. One of the French lads I know from the cafe comes to my aid. He opens a set of small doors located on a far wall. He reveals what was left behind by the previous occupants the British Army Officers. A dart board, just the job! I’m pretty good at darts even though I say so myself. I explain the rules to Daisy. To be fair I move the oche line a little closer to give her a better chance. I explain I will demonstrate with three throws the art of darts. I select high number targets. All of my throws are pathetic I don’t hit one of the indicated spots. Daisy dances up and down with excitement until I hand her the darts. She takes careful aim at the board. Her first dart hits the bull. The second shot lands in triple twenty. Third shot another triple twenty. The waiter applauds. She turns to me and asks with an innocent look on her face. “Is that what you mean Uncle Adam?” I am totally humiliated. Couldn’t you just strangle smart kids some times?
    Fortunately Alec comes to my rescue saving me from further embarrassment. We leave Daisy and the waiter lining up for another game of stupid darts. Alec is keen to show me a discovery one of his staff has found in the hotel cellars. Alec informs me before we arrive at the door leading to the cellar. “You know that building company OSCADA has taken over?” I reply vaguely. “ Yes.” He explains. “You know the ones working on your house by the lake?”
    Intrigued I reply “Oh. Yes.” Alec explains. “One of the lads brought their old truck into the depot for repairs. I got talking to him. We were still thinking about buying the hotel at that time, I was telling him about it. He told me his Dad worked on here during the war for the British. He reckons his Dad got pissed one night and disclosed secrets about the place.”
    “What secrets?” I enquire.
    Alec reveals in a conspiratorial manner. “Secrets he had sworn to keep bloomin secret of course. Anyway as far as his Old Fella was concerned the war was over so what did it matter?” Impatiently I urge him. “Bloody Hell Alec get on with it, this is like getting blood out of a stone.” Alec looks a little hurt when he replies. “I was just getting to the good bit.
    To cut a long story short when Marcel was refurbishing the place he used that very company. Low and behold one of the workmen was the very same fellow I spoke to at the depot. He and I had a mooch about down below and he found what I am about to show you
    Thanks to the generosity of the British taxpayer the hotel is supplied with electricity even as far as the underground cellars.”
    We pass into a well stocked wine cellar, innocent enough looking until Alec touches a concealed button. A portion of the wine racks swings open to reveal a short corridor also well illuminated by electric lights. Leading off the corridor are three doors. Alec opens the first one. This room is rigged with eight camp cots. The sheets and blankets adorning the cots are made up into perfect bed packs similar to a training camp billet ready for inspection. Other ranks abode definitely.
    In one corner is a screened toilet and wash area. On a table at the other end are a couple of primus stoves, pans, enamel plates and cups and cutlery Alec leads the way to door two. This room is definitely an officer’s room, evident by the superior furnishings. The third door leads to what is obviously an office. Although there are tables and chairs remaining, there are signs that other electronic equipment has been removed. Severed wires hang out of conduits, a number of empty brackets adorn the walls. At the far end of the room is a steel locker Alec says. “You ain’t seen nothing yet.”
    He opens the door with a flourish. I am expecting something dramatic. Disappointingly he reveals an empty storage locker. Alec sees my face,