Like any other elderly party off to London for lunch at the club or a spot of Christmas shopping, the squire of Birch Grove boarded a first-class railway carriage at Haywards Heath station near his home in exurbanite Sussex. Curtained by the Times, he rode in upper-crust anonymity into London's Victoria Station, fumbled absentmindedly for his pass at the ticket barrier, and left the station on foot. His destination this time was not 10 Downing Street or Admiralty House, but 12 Catherine Place, where Harold Macmillan stayed last week with his son...
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