A raucous Texan laugh had some diners turning their heads towards us. As he said—pay grades make a defining barrier to the downward passage of secrets. Spencer knew nothing, which in itself was surprising as he was Director General of the CIA desk in their satellite building situated beneath Admiralty Arch in Spring Garden, Trafalgar Square and a regular caller at Number 10 as well as the Foreign and Commonwealth Office, both via the St James' Park entrance.
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It was gone 6pm by the time I reached Greenwich, partially due to the never-ending traffic, but also because I was hoping that by arriving late Geoffrey would be in a hurry to get off. That wasn't the case, which did not help to focus my full concentration on what he was saying all the time.
“I have no paperwork regarding the
