Chapter Thirty-TwoAt the entrance they learned that the Prince had already left. They must have passed him on the way. It was odd, though, that they’d missed him; but, of course, a low profile was good security.
At the Manor Simpson found everybody gathered round the television. The reason was soon apparent. The siege had ended with predictable suicidal violence. Toby sensed at once that the commentator knew little, so he went at once to find the Brigadier who, unusually for him, was in his office.
‘Ah, Minister,’ he greeted, ‘take a seat. I’m just off the phone with the Major. He’s exhausted but very much relieved that his men are OK. The SAS are human, so it seems! Seriously, it went well, they bagged them all and, except for one, the medics think they’ll all pull through.’
‘Who’s the
