Best Kept Secret

seat by over a thousand votes.’
    ‘Let’s hope you’re right, Dunnett, for the party’s sake, because I’m afraid my news is not so good. You’d better have a seat.’
    The cheerful smile on the candidate’s face was replaced with a quizzical look. ‘What’s the problem, Mr Chairman?’ he asked as he sat down in the chair opposite
Fisher.
    ‘I think you know only too well what the problem is.’
    Dunnett began biting his lower lip as he stared at the chairman.
    ‘When you applied for this seat and supplied the committee with your CV,’ continued Fisher, ‘it appears you weren’t entirely frank with us.’ Fisher had only ever
seen a man turn that white on the battlefield. ‘You’ll recall that you were asked to state what role you played during the war.’ Fisher picked up Dunnett’s CV from his desk
and read out loud: ‘Because of an injury sustained on the rugby field, I had no choice but to serve in the Royal Ambulance Corps.’
    Dunnett slumped in his chair, like a marionette that had had its strings cut.
    ‘I have recently discovered that this statement was at best misleading, and at worst duplicitous.’ Dunnett closed his eyes. ‘The truth is that you were a conscientious
objector, and served six months in prison. It was only after being released that you joined the ambulance service.’
    ‘But that was more than ten years ago,’ said Dunnett desperately. ‘There’s no reason that anyone else should find out.’
    ‘I wish that were the case, Dunnett, but sadly we’ve had a letter from someone who served in Parkhurst with you,’ said Fisher, holding up an envelope that contained nothing
more than a gas bill. ‘If I were to go along with this deception, Dunnett, I would be condoning your dishonesty. And if the truth came out during the campaign or, even worse, when you were a
Member of Parliament, I would have to admit to my colleagues that I already knew about it, and they would rightly call for my resignation.’
    ‘But I can still win this election, if only you’ll back me.’
    ‘And Barrington would win by a landslide if the Labour Party got to hear of this. Don’t forget that he not only won an MC, but escaped from a German prisoner-of-war camp.’
    Dunnett bowed his head and began to weep.
    ‘Pull yourself together, Dunnett, and behave like a gentleman. There’s still an honourable way out.’
    Dunnett looked up, and for a moment an expression of hope flickered across his face. Fisher pushed a blank sheet of the constituency’s headed notepaper across to Dunnett, and took the top
off his fountain pen.
    ‘Why don’t we work on this together?’ he said as he handed the pen to him.
    ‘Dear Mr Chairman,’ dictated Fisher, as Dunnett reluctantly began to write. ‘It is with great regret that I find it necessary to tender my resignation as the Conservative Party
candidate at the forthcoming general election –’ Fisher paused before adding – ‘for health reasons.’
    Dunnett looked up.
    ‘Does your wife know you were a conscientious objector?’
    Dunnett shook his head.
    ‘Then let’s keep it that way, shall we?’ Fisher gave him an understanding smile before continuing. ‘I would like to say how sorry I am to have caused the committee this
inconvenience so close to the election –’ Fisher paused again, and watched as Dunnett’s trembling hand stuttered across the page – ‘and wish whoever is fortunate
enough to take my place the best of luck. Yours sincerely. . .’ He didn’t speak again until Dunnett had written his signature at the bottom of the page.
    Fisher picked up the letter and checked the text carefully. Satisfied, he slipped it into an envelope and pushed it back across the table.
    ‘Just address it “The Chairman, private and personal”.’
    Dunnett obeyed, having accepted his fate.
    ‘I’m so sorry, Dunnett,’ said Fisher as he screwed the top back on his pen. ‘I really do feel for you.’ He placed the envelope in the top drawer of his desk, which
he then locked. ‘But chin up, old fellow.’ He rose from his chair and took Dunnett by the elbow. ‘I’m sure you’ll realize I’ve always had your best interests at
heart,’ he added as he led him slowly to the door. ‘It might be wise if you were to leave the constituency as quickly as possible. Wouldn’t want some nosy journalist to get his
hands on the story, would we?’
    Dunnett looked horrified.
    ‘And before you ask, Greg, you can rely on my