 Good work, Jack, said a voice behind him, just slightly catching him unawares, so much so that he almost lost his grip on the swarf bucket. Mr Pater was there, holding out the small brown envelope which contained his payslip and first wage. Jack wiped his brush hand on his blue overalls, took the envelope from Mr Pater's outstretched hand, thanked him and put it in the pocket of his overalls.