Well, my dears, I thought you’d like to hear some of the news given to us by the gentlemen from the Security Services. Now, obviously I can’t divulge everything as we are bound by the Official Secrets Act.
I haven’t had so many people in my small flat before. It’s not an experience I would care to repeat, as in addition to the three of us who reside here, there were two gentlemen from London and the Chief Superintendent from our local police division. It is easier for me not to refer to any of our visitors by name as I don’t wish to compromise their positions.
I must say, that by the time everyone had squeezed in and was seated with either a cup of tea or mug of coffee, plus a plate of the most delicious pastries there was hardly room to breathe. Giselle provided me with a wonderful selection of tasty treats, all miniature sized to ensure there wouldn’t be crumbs all over my carpet.
It transpires that my visitors have now established where Philip Jones, my neighbour who was abducted a little while ago, is being held. It does appear that there isn’t any need for us to be worried. Apparently he is being treated well and our contacts from London are monitoring the situation. Now there is something strange going on, as they know where he is, and his current condition, but don’t seem to be rushing to his rescue. We were told that we don’t need to worry about him, and that they are sure that he will be released at some time (when?) in the future. It was also said that if the situation changes and Philip is considered to be in danger, then a rescue attempt will be carried out.
That’s all very well, but how long do we need to wait until our friend is released unharmed? I tried to press for further information, but their lips were tightly closed after they had given us that bit of news. Another bit of the jigsaw did come out, which was to tell us that Philip is a distant relative of Patricia. I’m sure you will remember that Patricia was involved in a fatal accident – although, as we had surmised, it wasn’t an accident. Her death was a deliberate act. That was really cruel as Patricia was such a kind woman who wouldn’t hurt anyone.
There were many other bits of news which were told to us in confidence, my dears, so I’m sure you will understand that, at this time, I can’t pass much more on to you. After our three visitors left, we continued our conversation and now surmise that Philip is connected to either the police or M15. There is much more going on with him than I can say, but for the moment we all need to be patient.
I do have other news for you, but think I must keep most of that for another day. It was suggested to us that we could assist the official bodies by watching to see if any new faces appear. Now that seems a strange request, but in a village you tend to see the same folk – either wandering around, or in the local shops, library or coffee shop. There are the obvious visitors, but they are normally here to see relatives or friends who live locally. You would be surprised just how easy it is to spot someone who looks out of place.
Oh yes, before I forget – you know I really am getting worse, my dears – apparently Mr Roach, our former building manager, has been seen in London. It was pure luck, that one of our local police officers was away on a training course, and had extended his trip by spending a couple of days in London with his wife. He had gone to Euston Station to meet her train and was enjoying a coffee while he waited. He was just looking at the people coming and going, when he suddenly recognised a face which he had been looking at in the local police station where he’s based. He realised it was Mr. Roach, who also seemed to be waiting for someone. By the time the police officer remembered where he recognised the man from – Mr. R had disappeared. There was no reason for him to panic so the station is under surveillance by the British Transport Police who will arrest him if he revisits the station.
I really must go and think about my evening meal. I’m not sure what I fancy eating today, but I’ve plenty of food in the freezer. Right then, I’m off to look. I do hope that you’ll be back in a few days when I hope to be able to give you some further news. As Always –
With Love – Jan xx