Twenty Labour MPs and one Conservative had joined the newly formed Social Democratic Party and many others were expected to follow. Andrew knew he would have to make an announcement soon if he didn’t want his supporters to drift away. He spent agonizing hours discussing with Louise the problem of severing the final bonds with the party.
“What shall I do?” he asked, yet again.
“I can’t tell you that; I just hope you make up your mind fairly quickly.”
“Why quickly?”
“Because I’m going to vote for the Social Democrats at the next election, so you had better be my local candidate.”
A few days later Roy Jenkins, Andrew’s old chief at the Home Office, phoned to say he was fighting a by-election in Glasgow as the SDP candidate.
“I do hope you will feel able to join us,” said Jenkins.
Andrew had always admired Jenkins’s firm stand against the left and felt he was the one man who might break the two-party system.
“I need a little more time,” he replied.
A week later Andrew made up his mind and informed the Chief Whip that he was leaving the party and would be joining the SDP. Then he packed a b
ag and traveled to Glasgow.
Roy Jenkins won the seat at Glasgow Hillhead with a large enough swing to worry both main parties. By Easter, a total of twenty-nine Members of Parliament had broken away to join him, while the alliance of SDP and Liberal MPs together could muster more than forty votes on the floor of the House.
With opinion polls putting them in second place, it began to look possible that the Social Democrats might hold the balance of power after the next election. The Conservatives were now running a poor third in all the national opinion polls.
Charles heard nothing for three weeks about the missing gold box and was beginning to despair when the inspector phoned to say that the family heirloom had been found.
“Excellent news,” said Charles. “Are you able to bring the box round to Eaton Square?”
“It’s not quite as simple as that, sir,” said the policeman.
“What do you mean?”
“I would prefer not to discuss the matter over the phone. May I come and see you, sir?”
“By all means,” said Charles, slightly mystified.
He waited impatiently for the inspector to arrive, although the policeman was at the front door barely ten minutes later. His first question took Charles by surprise.
“Are we alone, sir?”
“Yes,” said Charles. “My wife and son are away visiting my mother-in-law in Wales. You say you’ve found the gold box,” he continued, impatient to hear the inspector’s news.
“Yes, sir.”
“Well done, Inspector. I shall speak to the Commissioner personally,” he added, guiding the officer toward the drawing room.
“I’m afraid there’s a complication, sir.”
“How can there be when you’ve found the box?”
“We cannot be sure there was anything illegal about its disappearance in the first place.”
“What do you mean, inspector?”
“The gold case was offered to a dealer in Grafton Street for £2,500.”
“And who was doing the selling?” asked Charles impatiently.