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airports, hoping to grab an interview with him, even on the move. Exhausted, Harry finally returned on the red-eye to New York, only to be whisked off in yet another limo to his publisher’s office on Lexington Avenue.
    When Kirsty opened the door of the chairman’s office, Harold and Aaron Guinzburg were holding up a copy of the New York Times bestseller list. Harry leapt in the air when he saw that Uncle Joe had hit the top spot.
    “How I wish Anatoly could share this moment.”
    “You’re looking at the wrong list,” said Aaron.
    Harry looked across to the other side of the page to see that William Warwick and the Smoking Gun headed the fiction list.
    “This is a first even for me,” said Harold as he opened a bottle of champagne. “Number one in fiction and nonfiction on the same day.”
    Harry turned, to see Aaron placing a framed photograph of Harry Clifton on the wall, between John Buchan and Graham Greene.

 
    8
    “I’ M AFRAID THAT won’t be possible,” said Giles.
    “Why not?” demanded Griff. “Most people won’t even remember what happened in Berlin, and, let’s face it, you wouldn’t be the only Member of Parliament who’s been divorced.”
    “Twice, and both times for adultery!” said Giles. This silenced his parliamentary agent for a moment. “And I’m afraid there’s another problem I haven’t told you about.”
    “Go on, surprise me,” said Griff with an exaggerated sigh.
    “I’ve been trying to get in touch with Karin Pengelly.”
    “You’ve been what?”
    “In fact, I’m on my way to Cornwall to find out if her father can help.”
    “Are you out of your tiny mind?”
    “Quite possibly,” admitted Giles.
    The Labour agent for Bristol Docklands covered his face with his hands. “It was a one-night stand, Giles. Or have you forgotten?”
    “That’s the problem. I haven’t forgotten, and there’s only one way to find out if it was more than that for her.”
    “Is this the same man who won an MC escaping from the Germans, then built a formidable reputation as a cabinet minister, and when he’s thrown a lifeline which would allow him to return to the House of Commons, rejects it?”
    “I know it doesn’t make any sense,” said Giles. “But if it was just a one-night stand, I have to tell you I’ve never spent a night like it.”
    “For which she was undoubtedly well rewarded.”
    “So what will you do, now I’ve made my decision?” Giles said, ignoring the comment.
    “If you’re really not going to fight the seat, I’ll have to appoint a subcommittee to select a new candidate.”
    “You’ll have a flood of applications, and while inflation is at ten percent and the Tories’ only solution is a three-day week, a poodle wearing a red rosette would be elected.”
    “Which is precisely why you shouldn’t just throw in the towel.”
    “Haven’t you been listening to a word I’ve said?”
    “Every word. But if you really have made up your mind, I hope you’ll be available to advise whoever we select as candidate.”
    “But what can I possibly tell them that you can’t, Griff? Let’s face it, you were organizing elections when I was still in short trousers.”
    “But not as the candidate, that’s a unique experience. So will you accompany him—”
    “Or her—” said Giles, smiling.
    “—or even her,” said Griff, “when they’re out walking the streets and canvassing the estates?”
    “If you think it will help, I’ll make myself available whenever you want me.”
    “It could make the difference between just winning, and securing a large enough majority to make it tough for the Tories to overturn at the next election.”
    “My God, the Labour Party’s lucky to have you,” said Giles. “I’ll do everything I can to help.”
    “Thank you,” said Griff. “I apologize for my earlier outburst. Truth is, I’ve always been a cynic. Goes with the territory, I suppose. So let’s hope I’m wrong this time. Mind you, I’ve never gone much