Chapter Eleven
Whitehall – Sir Roger Landry – the paperweight – the voices – new orders – quality control of cement
Sir Roger Landry’s office was a modest one. The room, the desk, the windows, the rug—all were of middling size at best. His was a businesslike office, and that suited Sir Roger to the ground. He saw himself as a businesslike man and the Office of Works as a department that made things happen.
A new Britain was under construction. Railways were being extended, ports expanded, sewers dug, and aerodromes built. Some of these changes involved the Works Commission, some did not. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was that the world was turning.
“For now.” He smiled.
Sir Roger often smiled. Some of his humourless colleagues thought his sunny disposition unseemly. They didn’t
