“Tell me.”
Jim glanced round the restaurant and lowered his voice. “It seems that the Antigeosians are going to invade us,” he whispered. “The Antigean army is on its way here in spaceships, and the Daily Messenger advises immediate mobilisation!”
Daily Messenger Deborah went pale and nearly dropped her wineglass. “War?” she breathed. “Oh, God . . .”
“Well, that’s what Chip and Martin say, and don’t ask me the answers to all the other questions, because I don’t know them. I don’t know how it was that Sanderlake, and no one else, got hold of the story. Or why Pollenport’s allowed to transmit information about the invaders’ plans. Or when we can expect the invasion. All I know is that this is the biggest bandwagon that’s ever careered down Fleet Street, and somehow or other I intend to cl
