CHAPTER 34
Bright and Forbes watched as the chauffeur-driven Bentley carrying Sir Robert Blake disappeared from sight along Whitehall. Traffic was light and the traffic noise at a minimum. A bright red double-decker bus thundered past, crowded with shoppers and commuters, then all fell silent once more. The morning was warm, the sunshine casting a ruddy autumnal radiance on the streets of London. Even the greyest of buildings assumes a cheerful glow on such days, and so it was with the majority of the government and other office buildings that surrounded the place where they stood. For the two men in uniform however, it might as well have been blowing a force ten gale and snowing, such was the mood that prevailed upon them.
“How could he have done that, sir? Ryan, I mean. He could have t
