'No reservations. But I will need time to arrange things at home.'

'Of course.' He picked up the telephone receiver.

'My colleague will wish you to see him before you go back.' He rested his fingers on the dial.

'I'll make an appointment.'

'And one question.'


'What are the three B's of number ten?'

He smiled secretly, and I knew he had intended that I should ask:

which meant that he wanted me to know the answer. Devious, indeed. My nostrils twitched as if at the scent of a whole new world. A world where I belonged.

'Whether you could be bribed or bludgeoned or blackmailed,' he said casually, 'into changing sides. '

He dialled the number, and altered my life.

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