This Was a Man (The Clifton Chronicles 7)

“That’s all I need. So who’s the agent?”

“Savills.”

“Well, at least we know the chairman.”

“I’ve already had a word with Mr. Vaughan. He tells me he’ll be presenting a check signed by Miss Lombardo, in full and final settlement f

or the property, later today, and politely reminded me that if the sale doesn’t go through, Miss Lombardo will lose her deposit.”

“Let’s hope Victor is back in time for the board meeting, otherwise by the end of next week, she’ll probably have taken over the Playboy Club.”

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“WHAT’S THE MEANING of the word ‘martinet’?” asked Freddie, looking up from his prep.

“A stickler for discipline,” replied Karin. “I think you’ll find the word derives from the French.”

“How come your English is so good, Karin, when you grew up in Germany?”

“I always enjoyed languages when I was at school, so when I went to university I studied Modern Languages and became an interpreter, which is how I met Giles.”

“Have you thought about what you’re going to read when you go up to university?” asked Giles, looking up from his evening paper.

“PPC,” said Freddie.

“I’m aware of politics, philosophy, and economics,” said Karin, “but I’ve never heard of PPC.”

“Politics, philosophy, and cricket. It’s a well-known degree course at Oxford.”

“Yes, but not for martinets,” said Giles, “and I suspect that were you to look up the word in the Revised Oxford Shorter, you’d find that Lieutenant Colonel Martinet has been replaced by Margaret Thatcher as the primary source.”

“Take no notice of him,” said Karin. “He’ll use any excuse to have a go at the prime minister.”

“But the press seem to think she’s doing rather a good job,” said Freddie.

“Much too well for my liking,” admitted Giles. “The truth is, we had her on the ropes until the Argentinians invaded the Falklands, but ever since then, even though the bullets are still coming at her from every direction, like James Bond, she always seems to duck at the right moment.”

“And what about the undersecretary of state for health?” asked Freddie. “Will she have to duck now you’re back on the front bench?”

“The bullets are just about to hit her,” said Giles with some relish.

“Giles, behave yourself. It’s your sister you’re talking about, not the enemy.”

“She’s worse than the enemy. Don’t forget that Emma’s a disciple of the blessed Margaret of Grantham. But when she presents the government’s latest NHS bill to the Upper House, I intend to dismantle it clause by clause, until she’ll consider resignation a blessed relief.”

“I should be careful if I were you, Giles,” said Karin. “I suspect that having served as the chairman of a major hospital, Emma just might be better informed about the health service than you are.”

“Ah, but you forget the debate won’t be taking place in a hospital boardroom, but on the floor of the House of Lords where I’ve been lying in wait for some time.”

“Perhaps you’d be wise to heed Grace’s warning,” said Karin, “that Emma might trip you up on the details, because unlike most politicians she’s actually been at the coalface.”

“I do believe you’re a closet Tory,” said Giles.

“I most certainly am not,” said Karin. “I came out of the closet years ago, and it was Emma who converted me.”

“Traitor.”

“Not at all. I fell in love with you, not the Labour Party.”