Their Own Game
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“And I thought you’d gone to powder your nose before lunch!” the Cabinet Secretary laughed. “Instead of that, you were discussing how to change the tide of history!”
“Don’t joke about it, Robin. I really believed those two, between them and independently, were on to something. It's certainly a theory I intend to pursue and develop. Their thinking was very unrefined, and I suspect that they would never have taken it any further forward but for my intervention. They thought their original concepts were far too radical to be put in to effect, or to have the slightest chance of being taken seriously. But I have already taken their thinking a good deal further forward, and the more I do so the more I come to believe that there may just be the germ of a solution in what they have said. But we shall have to tread extremely warily. The political implications of getting it wrong are too ghastly to contemplate, both nationally and internationally. James Anchor’s role in this may already be drawing to a close, but we shall need to rely quite heavily on Major Clayton’s fund of knowledge if we agree to take this forward.”
“So what on earth did they say to you?” Sir Robin Algar looked serious again.
It was obvious that the PM, with such a sharp brain, would not be taken in by some hare-brained scheme, and it was equally obvious that Weaver did not think that this was one.
“In a nutshell, a three pronged assault. I hope you’re ready for this.”
“Try me,” said Sir Robin, leaning forward.
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