15Perth 1946
When d**k Spooner made the long trip up to Perth two weeks later for a new parliamentary session, he was surprised to find that the Premier desired an immediate audience with him. He walked up the flight of stairs and along the dark corridor to Kevin Grubb’s chambers. He knocked.
“Yep!” bellowed from within. He opened the door and walked in. Without looking up, Grubb motioned for him to be seated. d**k was never good on the other side of a desk. He felt exposed when he was unable to put his legs under the wood. The room was too big. There was too much space for a man like Spooner.
“Premier?” he enquired.
“Hold on, Spooner, will be with you in a minute.”
Dick waited for what felt like an eternity before the Premier finally put his fountain pen down, took off his spectacles
