by Jodi Taylor
‘Well, can you do it? Or shall I give it to someone else?’
‘Over your dead body, sir.’
He’s not big on facial expressions, but at that moment he looked like a cat who had not only got at the cream, but knew how to open the fridge. And who had possibly just invested in his first dairy herd as well.
‘You’d better get on with it, then.’
I got up quietly, left his office, smiled politely at Mrs Partridge, strolled slowly along the corridor, round the gallery and down the stairs to the half-landing. Down in the hall, a bunch of tea-sodden disaster-magnets shouted, argued, and gesticulated. The History Department at work.
Eventually, they noticed me and silence fell. I kept my face quite expressionless.
‘OK, you lot. Strike the Mary Stuart material and start it packing away. I want this room cleared and ready for our next assignment by the end of today, please. Get the Archive staff in here to advise on what to keep.
‘Miss Lee, please set up a meeting for two o’clock this afternoon, in my office with all senior history personnel, together with Chief Farrell and Major Guthrie, if they’re free.
‘Dr Dowson, here’s a list of information I need from you as soon as possible, please.
‘All of you to clear your diaries for at least the next fortnight.
‘Dr Peterson, could I see you in my office at your earliest convenience?
‘Miss Lee, please telephone Dr Black at Thirsk and ask her to contact me when she has a moment.
‘Tomorrow morning, first thing, we start our new assignment. Thank you, everyone.’
I never thought they’d let me get away with it, but it was worth a try.
‘We have a new assignment? Already? That was quick. I thought we’d get a bit of time off, at least.’
There was muttering. I let them mutter. I knew what our new assignment was. Gradually, silence fell. I let it settle. Tim got it first, but he knew me very well.
‘You’re kidding!’
‘Nope!’
‘How did you wangle that?’
‘Wangle what?’ demanded Van Owen. ‘What’s going on?’
I grinned at her.
‘Come along, Miss Van Owen, think for a minute.’
They all just stared at me. It was a wonderful moment.
I held up the file. As I once said to Dr Bairstow – deep down, very deep down, I was having a shit-hot party.
‘Ladies and gentlemen, we’re going to Troy.’
THE END
The Chronicles of St. Mary’s Series
by Jodi Taylor
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Published by Accent Press Ltd 2013
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