Best Kept Secret

be derailed. The chairman gestured to a well-known local businessman.
    ‘Who do you consider would be the right person to succeed Winston Churchill as leader of our party?’
    ‘I didn’t realize there was a vacancy,’ said Simpson, which was greeted by laughter and further applause, before he added in a more serious tone, ‘We would be foolish to
think of replacing the greatest prime minister of this century without a damn good reason for doing so.’
    The applause was deafening, and it was some time before Dunnett could make himself heard.
    ‘I believe Mr Churchill has made it clear that when the time comes, his preferred choice to succeed him would be Sir Anthony Eden, our distinguished and much admired foreign secretary. If
that’s good enough for Mr Churchill, it’s good enough for me.’
    The applause was not quite as deafening.
    Over the next thirty minutes, as questions continued to come thick and fast, Fisher felt that Simpson was consolidating his position as favourite. However, Fisher was confident that the last
three questions would assist his candidate, not least because he’d planted two of them, and had arranged with the chairman that he would ask the final question himself.
    Bill Hawkins looked at his watch.
    ‘I think there’s just enough time left for three more questions.’ He pointed to a man at the back, who had been constantly trying to catch his eye. Fisher smiled.
    ‘Would the two candidates care to give their views on the proposed new divorce laws?’
    There was an audible gasp, followed by an expectant hush, as few people in the room doubted that this question was aimed at Sir Giles Barrington rather than either of the two candidates on the
stage.
    ‘I intensely dislike our antiquated divorce laws, which clearly need reforming,’ said the barrister. ‘I only hope the subject doesn’t dominate the election campaign in
this constituency, because I would prefer to beat Barrington on merit, and not to have to rely on rumour and innuendo.’
    Fisher didn’t find it difficult to understand why Central Office considered Simpson to be a future cabinet minister, but he also knew that this wasn’t the answer the local members
wanted to hear.
    Dunnett quickly gauged the reaction of the audience, and said, ‘While I agree with much of what Mr Simpson has just said, I feel the voters of Bristol Docklands have the right to know the
truth about Barrington’s domestic arrangements before they go to the ballot box, and not after.’
    The first round of applause was clearly in favour of Dunnett.
    The chairman pointed to Peter Maynard, who was seated in the middle of the front row.
    ‘We in this constituency are looking for more than a Member of Parliament,’ said Maynard, reading from a prepared script. ‘Rather, we are looking for a partnership, a team. Can
both candidates assure us that we will regularly see their wives in the constituency supporting them during the run-up to the general election, because we never see Lady Barrington from one year to
the next.’
    The first questioner to receive a round of applause.
    ‘My wife is already by my side,’ said Dunnett, gesturing towards an attractive young woman seated in the second row, ‘as she will be throughout the campaign. In fact if I
become your Member of Parliament, you’ll probably see a lot more of Connie than you will of me.’
    Fisher smiled. He knew the question played to Dunnett’s strengths and, just as important, to Simpson’s weakness. Mind you, when he had sent out the letters inviting them to attend
the meeting, he had addressed one envelope to Mr and Mrs Dunnett, and the other simply to N. Simpson Esq.
    ‘My wife is a lecturer at the London School of Economics,’ said Simpson, ‘but she would be free to visit the constituency most weekends and during the university
holidays.’ Fisher could feel the votes slipping away. ‘And I’m sure you’ll agree there can be no greater calling than teaching the next generation.’
    The applause that followed suggested that one or two people didn’t altogether agree that the LSE was the best way of doing it.
    ‘And finally,’ said the chairman, ‘I know that our secretary, Major Fisher, has a question for both candidates.’
    ‘I read in the
Daily Mail
this morning,’ said Fisher, ‘so it’s possibly not true’ – both candidates laughed dutifully – ‘that the London
constituency of Fulham Central has also selected its shortlist, and will be