This novel is something a little different for me. It is a satire set in the UK at the present moment. There are striking parallels between these days and the 1930s. There’s a lot of racist people around who are crawling out of the woodwork as they have been encouraged by the implications of the Brexit vote.
“Corgis? Who would stoop that low?” asked Terry.
“Vile creature,” said the GOM, “and I mean the Secretary, not the corgis, which are terrible, yappy things at the best of times.”
At that moment, there was a “Coo, Coo, Coo, Coo, Coo” from outside.
“What day is it?” asked Terry.
“5 coos is the same on all days – it’s a warning there’s people about that we don’t want to listen into our conversations,” said the GOM, switching out the light.
“Where are they?” asked Dapper Dan.
“There’s two suspicious characters out front, near the moorings,” replied Binky Banks-Smythe who’d just come inside, “Sandy has them under observation with his binocs.”
“I’ll have a look,” said Tompkins, “and see if I recognise any of those damned blighters – perhaps they’re the ones I saw on the way here.”
“Right, perhaps they are” said the GOM as Tompkins opened the door and crept out onto the verandah.
“Here’s the binoculars,” said Sandy handing them to Tompkins, “the two men are over there near the boat house.”
“I’ve located them,” said Tompkins, whose eyes had become used to the light, “and well, I don’t believe it. It’s old Ingram from the Metropolitan Police with a henchman for company. I sometimes wonder, Sandy, whether the boys in blue are on our side.”
“It is hard to tell, you’re right, Tomcat,” replied Sandy smiling at his friend’s opinion, forthrightly expressed as usual.
“I wonder if Spiffy Wiffy is around – he usually waits in the car for something to happen.”
“I doubt that, Tomcat, I’m sure he was heading up to Shropshire to stay with my uncle and aunt in Ludlow.”