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‘I shall make a short statement,’ Grace said, after all the hubbub of voices and the popping of flash guns died down. It had been a relentless blinding barrage as she, Vickers, Terry, Danny, and Roy Moorcroft, the station press officer, entered. ‘After the statement I shall take a few questions, but for operational necessities, please understand that there may be some topics that I will be unable to comment upon.’
She waited for another minute as some reporters still persisted in taking photographs. Grace said nothing but was determined to wait them out.
