If I have any news I'll let you know.' Tweed had reached the door with Paula by his side. When he spoke they both looked back. The Minister was standing now behind his desk, leaning forward, penetrating eyes observing them over his pince-nez. He was a striking-looking man, Paula thought. 'We will keep in touch,' Warner called out, smiling. Tweed opened the door and Palfry was standing just out of sight by the wall. Above his head was a ventilator. He had obviously been listening. So much for security at the Ministry. Tweed closed the door and Palfry joined them as they walked towards the staircase, whispering. 'Miss Grey, if you ever find yourself in Carpford do come and have a cup of tea with me. Mine is the Round House.' 'Thank you, Mr Palfry. I'll be glad to do that if ever the opportunity arises.' 'The Minister gets like that sometimes,' Palfry continued. 'You should hear him in the House when he's lashing the Opposition.' 'I don't think I'd want to,' Tweed replied. 0506 She was tall and slim, even seated in the armchair facing Newman, who leant forward in his own chair, their knees almost touching.
