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Authors: Henry Porter

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‘Yes, I am. It is that that makes me want to help Eyam. Having listened to him this afternoon, I know he’s right. Now there’s nothing in my life that is more important.’
‘Good for you.’
‘You know, I always thought you were on the other side,’ she said with a grin.
‘I was,’ he said. ‘I actually liked Temple and once I admired him quite a bit. But I now see that this affair is a product of his character. It took me a while, but I got there.’
She stood up and followed him to the door where he took her hand and wished her luck. They looked out on the almost black sky above a spring landscape lit by golden light and bridged by a double rainbow. The sides of some of the gravestones along the pathway were beginning to steam.
‘England!’ he said with wonder and some exasperation. He unwrapped the cellophane of a cheap cigar, lit up and strolled down the path and vanished through the gateway. She sat down on one of the stone benches that ran along the insides of the vaulted porch and heard a blackbird sing out in the bone-littered grounds of Richard’s Cross parish church, as birds had done for over eight hundred years.
‘Bloody England,’ she said to herself.
25
The Bell Ringers
 
 
 
 
She consulted her watch and sent a text message to Freddie. No reply came. She sat waiting and wishing she had a cigarette, or had asked Kilmartin for one of his cigars. Nicotine allowed her to think clearly. In New York she was occasionally driven to join the assistants and staff of the mailroom skulking outside the main entrance to the Mayne building. Rarely did she return to her department without a new insight or an idea of how to proceed. A cigarette gave her a rush of optimism, a feeling that there was no problem she couldn’t tackle, which was exactly what she needed now as Eyam’s vast case against the government teemed in her mind.
Just before five thirty she glimpsed a small group of five or six people make their way up another path and enter a door in the bottom of the tower. A few minutes later a peal of bells shattered the drenched calm of the evening. She stepped out of the porch and looked up at the tower. The bells had a deep declaratory note - a summons was being issued in no uncertain terms: they were richer and more commanding than seemed likely in this modest parish church.
Turning round, she noticed several cars in the car park and by the sound of it more were arriving. People were hurrying up the other path. Then she saw Miff approaching across the grass with an odd, city lope. ‘You should go inside. We’ll be out here until you need us to take you to London.’
She went into the church and saw the woman who had been arranging flowers at the altar in the middle of a small group that contained Diana Kidd, Chris Mooney and Alice Scudamore. Kate nodded to them. The bells stopped and from the stairway leading to the belfry emerged other faces she recognised - Danny Church and Andy Sessions. They introduced her to their fellow bell ringers - Penny Whitehead, Rick Jeffreys, and Evan Thomas, the short intense Celt whom she had encountered at the wake and who ran a book bindery in High Castle.
Over the next ten minutes about thirty people had assembled in the pews at the front of the church. Tony Swift came in followed by Eyam, who nodded to the group but said nothing. Most of them seemed unsurprised by his presence. Swift moved to the centre.
‘OK - thank you all of you for coming. As you know, we haven’t got much time so I’ll just get on with things. I’ve talked to each of you individually and you all know what you are going to be doing over the next two days. The sections of David’s large dossier - all the original documents - are hidden and only you know where they are. It is now your job to retrieve the packages and bring them to London as soon as you can. This should not be difficult, but if any of you have doubts we would very much like to hear them now.’
Chris Mooney raised his arm. ‘It would help to know where we are aiming for in London.’
‘I know. It will be on the website as soon as we’ve made arrangements. Each of you has a clean phone: the website address will be emailed to you.’
‘What happens if some of us don’t make the delivery?’
‘We have a complete record of the dossier in electronic form but obviously we prefer - in fact
need
- the original document. You just have to do your best.’
‘Where’s Michelle Grey?’ asked Danny Church.
Swift cleared his throat apologetically. ‘We have taken her out of circulation for the next few days. She was approached by individuals from White’s OIS or MI5 - we’re not sure which - and I believe she was about to agree to work for them. I talked to her and asked if she would voluntarily go into hiding. She agreed. We have retrieved the package and it is safe. She had no idea of its contents.’
‘She must have told them what is planned.’
‘She didn’t know,’ said Swift.
‘What about our names?’
‘I am afraid most of our names are already familiar to them, which is why we must all welcome the chance to act now. But I stress they have no idea what we plan - you are doing nothing wrong.’
Chris Mooney made a grunt. ‘None of us knows what is in the packages,’ he said, looking up to the beams above them. If these documents are secret, can we be charged with breaking the Official Secrets Act?’
‘The packages are sealed, and in each case you can prove that you don’t know what you’re carrying.’
‘That’s not really good enough, is it? I mean, I have a family and a business to look after.’
‘Chris,’ said Swift patiently. ‘We have been through this before. It isn’t a problem if you withdraw at this stage, as long as we have access to the package David gave you and you agree to put yourself into quarantine for the next few days. Let me know at the end of the meeting. Is there anything else?’ He looked around. ‘No? Right, so I’ll hand over to David now.’
Eyam rose and moved up the aisle to stand between the two groups of people. He smiled at Kate then looked round, seeming to engage each face in turn. ‘Thank you,’ he said quietly. ‘I never dared to hope that I would see any of you again. I am more pleased than I can say to be here and receiving your help.’ He paused and folded his arms. ‘I have an apology to make to you all. I know some of you are angry about the deception that Tony and I were responsible for, but I want you to understand two things. When I left Britain I knew I was going to be arrested. I didn’t have the strength to fight criminal charges, my illness and the government all at once. I needed a way of buying time so that I could regroup and get treatment while I waited for the moment to hit back. If I was declared dead I expected they would let up, which is exactly what happened. However, there was always the slight possibility that I would be able to make it back. I didn’t want to close the door on my old life, which is why I wanted to let a few people know that I was still alive and actively concerned in fighting this regime. In retrospect I think it was rather foolish and confusing. I regret the lack of clarity in my purpose, and I hope you will forgive me.’ He stopped. ‘But I have a far greater regret and that is the death of Hugh Russell. It was avoidable and I take full responsibility for it. I cannot forgive myself for allowing that to happen.’
He walked a few paces up the aisle and inhaled so that his shoulders rose. He held up his right hand with the thumb and forefinger a centimetre apart. ‘We now have the slenderest of opportunities to prevent this country’s slide into an utterly new species of vindictive technological totalitarianism. The case against John Temple and Eden White is as powerful as we can make it. With the original documents, letters and accounts it will be impossible to ignore. We can prove beyond doubt the existence of a super system known as DEEP TRUTH, which has been covertly installed in all government computers. I won’t go into it all now but the public will be left in no doubt about the power at the disposal of a very few people. The country will learn how the system has moved against thousands of people and ruined their lives. From your own experiences, many of you understand precisely how that works. Tony and I have put measures in place to make this graphically clear to the entire population, but only after every last page has acquired the protection of parliamentary privilege. Some of you have expressed doubts about this strategy. Why not publish it all on the web, you say? The answer is that in this de-physicalised world, the real documents are infinitely more convincing than anything we can do on the web. They contain handwriting, DNA, fingerprints and some will bear the printer codes that will allow the actual machines on which these documents were printed to be traced. If we take the trouble to present it all to Parliament and run all the risks entailed, none of this can be dismissed by government rebuttal. This way they have to refute the allegations. And the moment they start doing that, they will be in trouble.’
Evan Thomas put up a hand. ‘I’m not sure I undersand what you hope to achieve. Relying on Parliament seems a pretty risky strategy. Is that all you’ve got up your sleeve?’
‘That’s a good question. What we hope to achieve is a step change in the public’s understanding of DEEP TRUTH, how we are governed and the nature of the people who rule us. Everything will be published on the web, even if we don’t get Parliamentary privilege. If any of us is charged the material will back up a public interest defence and we have the money for serious legal help. There’s a big fund.’
‘But such a case might be held in camera.’
‘True, but by that time it will be picked up by the foreign press: even Temple is sensitive to criticism from abroad. But the important point is that there are some good people in Parliament. They’ve been waiting for something like this for years.’ He stopped. ‘Before we go our separate ways this evening I want to thank you all. I believe we are embarking on a historic mission.’
‘What if no one notices?’ Kate asked. The words were out before she knew it. ‘By any analysis, the public must have some responsibility. When all this started in the Blair years no one paid it any mind. No one cared about the database state. When they were told that all their communications and movements and their private lives were open to inspection by the government, they didn’t give a damn. They carried on thinking that the government was making them safer. Have you thought that people just don’t care, or don’t want to be disturbed, or believe they’ve got more important things to think about?’
‘We don’t have time for this now,’ said Swift, who had moved to Eyam’s side. Suddenly the memory of an actor in the Oxford Union Dramatic Society during the vintage years came to her: a postgraduate student who was about fifty pounds lighter than Tony Swift. He was five or six years older than the rest of them, a tall man with a shaven head and rower’s physique who displayed an unexpected delicacy and range on stage. They had met once in the JCR and he’d called her Katy. What the hell was his name?
She tore her eyes from Swift to listen to Eyam who said, ‘Some of what Kate says is right, but I believe the detail, the names, places, money, meetings and secret agreements - laid out clearly will prompt people to take notice. You talk about the apathy of the ordinary people. But look around you, Kate. I don’t think that we should make assumptions about the public.’
At that moment she heard the iron latch of the main door being worked and then Freddie’s voice.
‘What is it?’ asked Tony Swift.
‘Just got word that a chopper’s sitting on the farm. There’s a fair bit of activity on the roads in that area too. They’re not far behind.’
‘OK,’ said Swift quietly. ‘Everyone knows what to do. We’ll see you all in London. There shouldn’t be any problem if you leave and go your separate ways without haste.’
The church emptied in under a minute. Anyone observing Richard’s Cross parish church would have seen a congregation leaving in an orderly fashion having received the blessing for the week ahead. Cars, vans and a truck moved off into the village to take different directions at an intersection a little distance from the church. Kate followed Eyam to Freddie’s car.
‘Best if we don’t travel together, Sis. We’ll all take different rides and meet up tomorrow. Freddie knows where to take you.’
‘Ed Fellowes,’ she exclaimed. ‘That was Swift’s name when we were at Oxford, wasn’t it? He was an actor.’
‘So you remembered,’ said Eyam. ‘He was a great Pantagruel. He should’ve gone on the stage, but thank God he didn’t.’ He glanced at Swift trundling down the other path. ‘Instead he went into the Defence Intelligence Service and was seconded to the FCO, which is where we hooked up again. He’s a profoundly good man.’
They stopped short of Freddie’s car. ‘Look, I couldn’t go into too much in there but I’ll tell you everything in London.’
26
A Basket of Danish
 
 
 
 
Cannon was in his office by six on Monday morning with the two deputy heads of communications at Ten Downing Street, and a young woman from the party campaign manager’s office. Each held a copy of a draft of a speech to be given by the prime minister that morning at the Ortelius Institute for Public Policy Research. It was headed ‘Water Security and Britain’s Resilience’. In bold type below was an instruction to the media. ‘Check Against Delivery.’

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