Winston’s War. Michael Dobbs

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      ‘Will he never learn?’ A pause. The hock was tasting better by the mouthful. ‘How much?’

      ‘More than forty thousand.’

      ‘My God!’

      ‘Forty-three thousand, seven hundred and forty, to be precise. Due by Christmas.’

      It was a fortune. More than four times the Prime Minister’s own generous salary.

      ‘But how?’

      ‘Been gambling on the New York stock exchange. Losing. Now the banks are calling in his loans.’

      ‘We have him,’ Wilson added softly, as though announcing the arrival of a tray of tea.

      ‘Bracken’s been trying to help, find an angel to save him. But the angels don’t seem keen on saving the soul of a man who wants a war that would ruin them.’

      ‘So what will he do?’

      ‘Sell what’s left of his shares. Put Chartwell on the market. Pay off his debts with the proceeds.’

      ‘Chartwell’s been a nest of vipers for too long,’ Wilson added. ‘Time it was cleared out.’

      ‘No, no …’ Chamberlain was shaking his head, his brow furrowed in concentration. ‘That would be wrong.’

      ‘Wrong? What’s wrong?’ Ball muttered, as though grappling with a new philosophical concept.

      ‘He loathes you, Neville,’ Wilson objected. ‘Leads the opposition on all fronts.’

      ‘And he’ll do so again, given half a chance,’ Ball emphasized.

      ‘Precisely,’ Chamberlain agreed, steepling his fingers as though in prayer, urging them on.

      ‘But these debts will crucify him.’

      ‘What is to be gained by seeing him crucified now?’

      ‘For the pleasure of it!’ Ball cried.

      ‘To clean up Westminster,’ Wilson suggested.

      ‘But he can do us no harm,’ Chamberlain persisted. ‘It would be like stepping on an ant.’

      The two elves fell into silence. They hadn’t caught on, not yet, but they knew the Prime Minister tied a mean fly.

      ‘Winston doesn’t matter, not now, at least. He has lost, we have won. That’s the truth of the matter. And if at this moment he were to fall over the edge, no one would even hear the splash. And how should we gain any benefit from that? Those who stand against us would only regroup, find a new leader and we would have to start all over again. No, there’s a better way. Not today, perhaps, not this month but sometime soon, there will be another crisis. How much better it would be, when that time comes, that their leader is a man who is on the brink. Vulnerable. Unstable as always. Whom we control and with one small nudge can send spinning into the abyss – if that were to prove necessary.’ There was colour in his face again, a spirit that had revived. The tips of his fingers were beating time, pacing his thoughts.

      ‘By God,’ Wilson breathed. ‘But how?’

      ‘Bail him out. Extend just sufficient credit for him to survive, for now. Play him on the line. Until he’s exhausted and we can net him whenever we choose.’

      ‘But he must not realize …’

      ‘Of course not. Do we know his bankers?’

      ‘Most certainly.’

      ‘Are they … friends?’

      Ball snorted, struggling with the concept that bankers might be blessed with feelings more complex than those of black widow spiders. ‘Much better than friends. They’re the party’s bankers.’

      ‘Then they will co-operate. Tell them we want to help a colleague – but quietly, anonymously, to save embarrassment. Underwrite his loan. Let Winston survive – for the moment.’

      ‘Goes against the bloody grain. When they’re hooked, pull ’em in, Neville, that’s what I say. Don’t let them slip the line.’

      ‘You and I are a little too skilful for that, I hope, Joe.’

      ‘You let that forty-pounder go last August.’

      ‘You know very well he tangled the line in the roots of a tree. Winston is considerably less agile and will have much less stamina for the fight. Don’t you agree, Horace?’

      Wilson had been quiet. He was no angler. He was a negotiator, looking for advantage. ‘If we’ve won and there’s no real opposition, as you say, then strike now. Not just for Winston but the whole damned lot. You have the King beside you and the country behind you. Call an election!’

      ‘An election? But it’s not due for another two years.’

      ‘There may never be a better time.’

      ‘Joe?’

      ‘It would call Winston’s bluff. Maybe get him thrown out in Epping, if he continues to be disloyal. Think of that. What a sign that’d be to the rest of the buggers! And the opinion polls are putting you a mile ahead, Neville.’

      ‘Are they? Are they …?’ But Chamberlain was uneasy.

      ‘A referendum on the peace,’ Ball encouraged.

      ‘But profiting from Munich?’ He looked tired once more, his sentences growing clipped.

      ‘Why not make a little profit?’

      ‘I signed the agreement at Munich. Doesn’t mean to say I have to like it.’

      ‘Peace with honour, Neville.’

      ‘Silly phrase. Borrowed it from Disraeli – what he said when he came back from the Congress of Berlin. I shouldn’t have. Moment of weakness. Did what I had to do, but how can I take pride in it? I gave my word. To the Czechs. Then I broke it. Sacrificed them to save the world. Not much of a manifesto, that.’

      His eyes were cast down in confession, and for a moment silence hung heavily in the room until Wilson spoke up. ‘We did what we had to do, Neville. And the world rejoices.’

      Slowly the head came up. ‘A fine thought to take me to my bed.’ Chamberlain rose.

      ‘But does that mean forgive and forget, Neville? Let the bastards off?’ Ball called out, evidently exasperated, as Chamberlain made to leave the room.

      ‘I think that’s for their constituencies to decide. And the press.’ He was standing at the door, leaning on the jamb. The exhaustion had returned and he could fight it no longer. His face was the colour of old linen yet his deep-set eyes still burned with a remarkable defiance and were staring directly at Ball. ‘I suspect some of them are going to be given a pretty rough ride, don’t you, Joe?’

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