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The atmosphere in the hotel was subdued; male staff at reception wore their customary morning suits, but in deference to the day all were adorned with black silk ties. A large photograph of Churchill, The Roaring Lion by Yousuf Karsh, stood in the lobby on an easel, draped in black crepe. Templeman and Cosby headed […]

A man who looked like Adam Faith, but wasn’t, in the fashion of the day, turned to look left along Fleet Street. Templeman stiffened as the man, around twenty-five years of age, blond hair, neatly cropped and swept back away from his forehead, sheepskin jacket over a dark suit, white shirt and plain tie, strained

A cold silence had fallen across the city. It was as if 7 million people were holding their breath; it was a pensive silence, an expectation, but no one knew for sure of what. In Fleet Street the crowds were a little thinner than at other locations; but all pressed forward for a glimpse, all