Not a moment could be lost, so I marched boldly to the door of that back room and entered without knocking.
Five surprised faces looked up from a round table.There was Sir Walter, and Drew the War Minister,whom I knew from his photographs. There was a slim elderly man, who was probably Whittaker, the Admiralty official, and there was General Winstanley,conspicuous from the long scar on his forehead.Lastly, there was a short stout man with an irongrey moustache and bushy eyebrows, who had been arrested in the middle of a sentence.
