Chapter Three: The FarmA modulated female voice informed me that the cars were waiting and I confirmed that Geoffrey and I were on our way out. No more than five minutes later I had shaken hands with everyone Harwood introduced on our rapid tour of the operational floors and, surprisingly, the domestic ones. Geoffrey had his high-speed skates on. Two very important people were missed out: my station officer and my personal assistant, both of whom I was told were importantly engaged. We then left the building and went to meet Henry Mayler housed on the farm outside Brightwalton, in freezing cold Berkshire.
“Why the need of two cars, Geoffrey?” I asked as we drove over Blackfriars Bridge in single file with four police outriders as escorts waving us through red lights. I wondered if this wa
