“Yes, you were right about there being a place in the fence secluded enough to throw a written message over and update me on various affairs, and yes, you were right again in believing at least one meeting took place. Do you want to go for three correct answers in a row? No coconuts to win, I’m afraid, but if we shout loud enough and long enough, we might get a cup of Rosie Lee. That’s if our luck is in. What do you say, eh? Eh, sir?” She was pushing me, but it wasn’t into a place I didn’t want to go.
“Come on, Mr Home Office man. What does that plaque say on a wall at that iconic bastion of Englishness, Lord’s Cricket Ground? P‘lay up, play up, and play the game’? Eh? You know I’m right. The outcome is unimportant, it’s in the game where one’s virtue is decided.”
I didn’t ask another qu
