The Home Secretary drew in his breath sharply. Damn it all, he said irritably, we’ve got to do something. He fidgeted with his tie and became almost human. I venture to think-drastic.īut in my opinion, the Postmaster-General said, neither too strong nor too drastic. He folded his arms and stared at the ceiling.ĭrastic! added the Lord Chancellor. Well, gentlemen, he said portentously, there we have it. As if to confirm this impression, the Prime Minister flung himself back in his chair, laid the palms of his hands on the table, and cleared his throat. Really, he thought, we look for all the world like a Cabinet Meeting in a cinema. He was struck, not for the first time, by the owlish solemnity of the other members of the Cabinet. THE HOME SECRETARY, with an air of finality, laid down the papers from which he had been reading and glanced round the table.
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