Chapter three
TORONTO, ONTARIO — THURSDAY, MARCH 27, 1600 HOURS (EST)Ben Spencer busily typed away at his desk, oblivious to the noise around him in the newsroom. This was his fourth day back after his European vacation. The tours were great. London, especially. So too were the visits to the numerous World War II airfields in England that were now collecting weeds. Paris. Spain and Germany. Three weeks with his wife, Claire. But he made sure he was back for the Avro Arrow’s maiden flight, which he covered for his paper just two days earlier.
Spencer was a nationalist. He was a firm believer in the British style of the Canadian democratic system, as well as in a strong military presence against the Soviet threat. The thirty-four-year old columnist had been deeply moved by his visit to Ber
