In the PM's Pocket
the kitchen. Falston's place was next to a piece of property frequented by manyhigh-placed friends in government.“At the tip end of my land,” said Falston over drinks one day, “is a house thatpeeks through the trees. From this roof can be seen the manor houses of thenext two properties. Thomas Deery, a tenant farmer, repairs his roof whenevervisitors arrive and leave those two estates. We believe he is keeping tabs on ourvisitors. The concern is whether or not a very high-powered rifle would reach,or perhaps something stronger.”“I could pop by when he is out, I suppose, and have a look around.”“Perhaps on horseback, the big gray, I think. A car or motorcycle would beheard”A suggestion was all Falston ever made. It was an order; I was to fill in thedetails. The big gray, as Falston called him, was actually named “Ghost.” He was aslarge as he was gray, being part draft horse and part saddle-bred. He was slowbut smart, would win no races but was easy to ride and I was no greatequestrian. Together we visited the tenant farms and fields, missing nothing. It was more rewarding than a vehicle and I didn't have to keep to the roads; wecould go over streams and hedgerows at leisure.At Deery's place, field-glasses were in order, for no one was permitted near.Deery stopped all visitors at the gate, but from the wooded side the yard andthe rear of the house were visible.