“I
don’t like this, John, I’ve had a telegram to the house
and a telephone call to the office. Mr Sorbay isn’t a panic merchant,” the
flame-haired man snapped into the telephone. Putting
his glass of Hine onto the Cabinet table, he exclaimed: “You’ve had a
telegram too, addressed to you as a sergeant, very
funny. Clever way to get your attention, John. Well, what have we got? The
Irish - that
means the damned IRA - up to no good in this village. How soon can you get there, John, from the wilds of Norfolk? Three hours, dear
God. Take the camp commander’s car, matter of national security. You have
Redcaps there with motor-bikes? They will escort you to clear the way. This is an emergency, you act with the
authority of the War Cabinet. You outrank any official or officer apart from
the CIGS, you can countermand any order and seize any property. Get there
pronto, John, and take charge.”
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