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The club in London is smoky and due to strict rules, very discreet.
Pipe smoke curls up around wingbacks and newspapers as waiters slide silently between the chairs.
Our gaze is drawn to three men sitting close together, port settling between them as they stare at each other.
"So she escaped"
"Yes sir, I am afraid so, she fell in with some others."
"Yes, I have read your report. Never mind, we can use this to our advantage. We shall simply tell the Chamber that a Melnisian has helped a dangeorus fugative to escape. This kind of thing will hopefully curtail their view that these creatures can be trusted and open them up to our methods.
We are rightous gentlmen, and we shall be succesful."
He lifts his glass in salute and two of the men drift away, leaving him to his newspaper.