CHAPTER 25
Douglas Ryan felt distinctly uncomfortable, not an everyday occurrence within the four walls of his own inner sanctum. Today however, he was in the position of being outranked and outgunned by the man sitting in the leather armchair on the visitors’ side of his desk. Sir Robert Blake was the Chief Undersecretary of State for Health, and the stern countenance on his face reinforced the mood of the meeting.
“There are worries being voiced in various quarters of the government, Douglas, rumours that seem to have emanated in some part from your department. There’s talk of something going on down in Kent, and that you’re using an inordinate amount of resources to keep a lid on whatever situation has developed.”
“I’m sorry, Sir Robert, but I can’t be held responsible for every rumo
