‘Maps?’ he said in incredulous tones. His face wore an expression that suggested should Rory have declared his intention to fly to the moon he would have found it more believable.‘Oh good grief,’ I said. I had the awful feeling that a great deal more conversation would be needed before this situation was resolved. I thought wistfully of my bed. ‘Why,’ I said as calmly and reasonably as I could, ‘were you looking for maps, Rory. Did you want to go for a walk?’Both men levelled a cold hard stare in my direction, but really I could think of no other reason for wanting a map.‘Ask him,’ said Rory, he jerked his head towards Bertram. ‘He’s English!’‘So am I, but I have no idea what you’re talking about.’‘Of course not,’ said Rory, ‘you’re a female.’‘If either of you dare to say this is beyond my little brain I shall do something drastic with that poker!’Bertram slumped back into his chair. ‘Well, it’s certainly beyond my little brain.’‘You’re telling me you’ve no idea what the Westminster government is planning to do with my country?’‘Rory, do I strike you as a political figure?
