Best Kept Secret

tonight?’
    Fisher sat back and folded his arms, while Ellsworthy looked puzzled. Eventually, the bishop turned to Giles and said, ‘I think it’s your turn to go first.’
    Giles stood and looked directly at the woman.
    ‘My wife and I,’ he began, ‘are currently involved in divorce proceedings, which I hope will be settled in the near future.’
    He sat down to an uncomfortable silence.
    Ellsworthy jumped up and said, ‘I have to admit that since I’ve become the Liberal candidate I haven’t managed to find anyone who’s willing to go out with me, let alone
marry me.’
    This was greeted by peals of laughter and warm applause. Giles thought for a moment that Ellsworthy might have helped to lessen the tension.
    Fisher slowly rose to his feet.
    ‘My girlfriend,’ he said, which took Giles by surprise, ‘who has joined me here this evening and is sitting in the front row, will be by my side for the rest of the campaign.
Jenny, why don’t you stand up and take a bow.’
    An attractive young woman rose, turned to face the audience, and gave them a wave. She was greeted with a round of applause.
    ‘Where have I seen that woman before?’ whispered Emma. But Harry was concentrating on Fisher, who hadn’t returned to his seat and clearly had more to say.
    ‘I thought it might also be of interest for you to know that this morning I received a letter from Lady Barrington.’
    A silence descended on the hall that none of the candidates had achieved all evening. Giles was sitting on the edge of his seat as Fisher produced a letter from an inside jacket pocket. He
slowly unfolded it and began to read.
    ‘“Dear Major Fisher, I write to express my admiration for the gallant campaign you are waging on behalf of the Conservative Party. I wanted to let you know that if I were a citizen
of Bristol, I would not hesitate to vote for you, as I believe you are by far the best candidate. I look forward to seeing you take your seat in the House of Commons. Yours sincerely, Virginia
Barrington.”’
    Pandemonium broke out in the hall, and Giles realized that all he’d achieved in the past hour had evaporated in a single minute. Fisher folded up the letter, slipped it back into his
pocket and returned to his place. The bishop tried valiantly to bring the meeting back to order, while Fisher’s followers continued to cheer and cheer, leaving Giles’s supporters to
look on in despair.
    Griff had been proved right. Never give your opponent a platform.

    ‘Have you managed to buy back any of those shares?’
    ‘Not yet,’ said Benny, ‘Barrington’s are still riding high on the back of the better than expected annual profits, and the expectation that the Tories will increase their
majority at the election.’
    ‘What’s the share price standing at now?’
    ‘Around four pounds seven shillings, and I can’t see it dropping in the near future.’
    ‘How much do we stand to lose?’ asked Fisher.
    ‘We? Not we,’ said Benny, ‘only you. Lady Virginia won’t lose anything. She sold all her shares at a far higher price than she originally paid for them.’
    ‘But if she doesn’t buy them back, I’ll lose my place on the board.’
    ‘And if she did buy them back, she’d have to pay a hefty premium, and I imagine she wouldn’t be happy about that.’ Benny waited for a few seconds before adding,
‘Try to look on the bright side, major. By this time next week, you’ll be a Member of Parliament.’

    The following day, the two local papers didn’t make good reading for the sitting member. Hardly a mention of Giles’s speech, just a large photograph of Virginia on
the front page, looking her most radiant, with a copy of her letter to Fisher printed underneath.
    ‘Don’t turn the page,’ said Griff.
    Giles immediately turned the page to find the latest poll, predicting that the Tories would increase their majority by twenty-three seats. Bristol Docklands was eighth on the list of Labour
marginals most likely to fall to the Conservatives.
    ‘There’s not a lot a sitting member can do when the national tide turns against his party,’ said Griff, once Giles had finished reading the article. ‘I reckon a damn good
member is worth an extra thousand votes, and a poor opposing candidate can lose a thousand, but frankly, I’m not even sure an extra couple of thousand will be enough. But that won’t
stop us fighting for every last vote until nine o’clock on Thursday night. So make sure you