Best Kept Secret

won’t be losing a lot of sleep over that, major.’
    ‘But I wondered, given the circumstances . . .’
    ‘What circumstances?’
    ‘Whether you might consider a small bonus would be appropriate,’ he said, looking down at the cheque for £7,341.
    ‘How small?’
    ‘I thought, perhaps five thousand pounds?’
    ‘I’ll give it some thought.’ The line went quiet and Alex even wondered if he’d been cut off. Finally, Virginia said, ‘I’ve given it some thought, major, and
decided against it.’
    ‘Then perhaps a loan . . .’ he said, trying not to sound desperate.
    ‘Didn’t your nanny tell you, neither a borrower nor a lender be? No, of course she didn’t, because you didn’t have a nanny.’
    Virginia turned around and rapped loudly three times on the wooden bedstead.
    ‘Ah, the maid has just arrived with my breakfast, major, so I have to say goodbye. And when I say goodbye, I mean goodbye.’
    Fisher heard the phone click. He stared at the cheque for £7,341, made out to him, and remembered Benny’s words:
She owes you one.

24
    G ILES WAS UP at five on the morning of the election, and not just because he couldn’t sleep.
    As he went downstairs Denby opened the door to the breakfast room and said, ‘Good morning, Sir Giles,’ as if there was a general election every day.
    Giles entered the dining room, picked up a bowl from the sideboard and filled it with cornflakes and fruit. He was going over his schedule for the day when the door opened and in walked
Sebastian, dressed in a smart blue blazer and grey flannels.
    ‘Seb. When did you get back?’
    ‘Late last night, Uncle Giles. Most schools have been given the day off because they’re being used as polling stations, so I asked if I could come home and help you.’
    ‘What would you like to do?’ asked Giles as Denby placed a plate of eggs and bacon in front of him.
    ‘Anything I can to help you win.’
    ‘If that’s what you want to do, listen carefully. On Election Day, the party has eight committee rooms spread across the constituency. They’re all manned by volunteers, some of
whom have experience of a dozen elections. They’ll have up-to-date canvass returns for the district they’re in charge of. Every street, road, avenue and cul-de-sac will be marked to
show where our supporters live. We’ll also have a volunteer sitting outside each polling station, checking off the names of people who’ve cast their vote. Our biggest problem is getting
that list of names back to the committee room, so we can keep track of our supporters who haven’t voted yet, and make sure we get them to the polls before they close at nine o’clock
tonight. A general rule,’ continued Giles, ‘is that more of our people vote between eight and ten a.m., soon after the polls open, while at ten o’clock the Tories will begin to
turn out, and keep going until four in the afternoon. But after that, when voters are coming home from work, that’s our most vital time, because if they don’t vote on the way home,
it’s almost impossible to get them back out,’ he added as Emma and Harry came into the room.
    ‘What’s Griff got you two doing today?’ asked Giles.
    ‘I’m manning a committee room,’ said Emma.
    ‘I’m knocking up red voters,’ said Harry. ‘And if they need a lift, I’ll be driving them to the polling station.’
    ‘Don’t forget,’ said Giles, ‘for some of them, the last time they had a ride in a car was probably at the last election, unless there’s been a wedding or a funeral
in their family in the past four years. Which committee room has Griff allocated you to?’ he asked Emma.
    ‘I’m to assist Miss Parish on the Woodbine estate.’
    ‘You should be flattered,’ said Giles. ‘Miss Parish is a legend. Grown men fear for their lives if they forget to vote. By the way, Seb has volunteered to be one of your
runners. I’ve already explained what his duties will be.’
    Emma smiled at her son.
    ‘I’m off,’ said Giles, leaping up from his place, but not before placing two rashers of bacon between two slices of brown bread.
    Emma accepted that only Elizabeth could have told him off, and probably not even her on Election Day.
    ‘I’ll be visiting every committee room at some point during the day,’ he said on the move, ‘so I’ll catch up with you later.’
    Denby was waiting for him outside the front door.
    ‘I’m sorry to trouble you, sir, but I hope it won’t be inconvenient if the staff