"I wouldn't say they are particularly contemperament," was Auntie Cristo's comment on the couple they were discussing, "you do know that he was a Local Manager for RBS before they cut the Branch," and Auntie Maude suggested: "judicious pruning? I suppose he took gardening leave?" and Auntie Daphne snorted: "that's such an overused euphemism, dear, the poor man was sacked and put out to grass," at which Cristo – who knew them better than the others – said: "well, I did hear that he'd been indagating some of the so-called advice given to borrowers by a Special Investment Department at the Head Office, and they shut him down before he could blow the whistle," at which Daphne said sotto voce: "it was rather a blooper on his part to leave sensitive information in the photocopier, he should have known that his superiors would have someone in place in the Branch to keep them informed," and Maude asked: "is that what Shonagh says happened?" and Daphne nodded: "he'd been smuggling copies of everything on twenty small-business loans out at night, but he left the last page of his summary in the copier, and his Depute found it when she arrived in the morning," and Cristo told Maude: "she was the grass, the stoolie, the mole – the ones at Ingliston knew that he wasn't too happy at some of the ways they were forcing his clients to raise additional funding and put up their homes as security, he'd sent up a few, very mild, memos about it, just expressing the vaguest concerns that a Local Manager would be expected to do, but they didn't trust him and put in this Mata Hari to keep tabs on him, but she went further," and Maude asked: "in what way exactly?" and Cristo lowered her voice, aware that the Muslim women in front of them seemed to have slowed their pace marginally, so that they were now just a step or two ahead: "well, she had some kind of elixir and was putting a few drops into his coffee, told him it had been recommended to her by her Aromatherapist to invigorate tired brain cells, swore blind it had increased her own attention span, and he swallowed it," and Daphne chortled: "in more ways than one!"