Chapter SevenIt was late spring and the Winkfield morning air was fresh. The sky was cloudless and the Sun was warm. The weather was perfect.
‘What a beautiful morning, Captain,’ Simpson called out when the leader of the Visitors drew close.
‘Wonderful, Toby! I’ve just walked round the grounds and I must reiterate my thanks to your government. This is a most delightful setting.’
Even after two days of close contact, Toby found the Visitors’ fluency amazing. Sir James though, was flabbergasted.
‘Captain, meet Sir James Huntington, our Foreign Secretary.’
The handshakes were firm and warm.
‘The staff have prepared some refreshments. They’ll expect us to appear, so we had best go inside.’ The Visitors’ leader smiled in an urbane, knowing way. Huntington could hardly believe it.
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