“Well, well! I almost never recognised you, Harry. You look positively normal in a shirt and tie. Suit to boot eh! Never seen the great you so well presented. Trying to impress the chef, are we?”
Sir David Haig was not an intelligence tradesman by qualification, more by the ability to tick the right boxes at the right time, but he was no one"s fool. His rise to overall head of that service had come about chiefly through me, however, that did nothing to endear me completely to his heart. He was wary of me, having not understood, nor fully accepted my reasons for withdrawing from front line service on conclusion of the inquiry into which I was forced to enter. Blame and praise are often dependent upon the direction of the wind blowing through the corridors of Whitehall and what windows are
