'Oh?'
'As you may know, the nineties have been nominated the "Decade of Evangelism" by various functionaries culled from the madder wings of the Christian church.'
The girl's mouth wrinkled in comic disgust. 'Don't remind me.'
'We have discovered that behind this weird and pitiable phrase there lies . . .' Adrian broke off. 'Never mind. I'll tell you the rest tonight. Dryden House, Trumpington. Can't miss it.'
The girl looked intrigued. 'Right. I'll see you then, Dr Healey. Er . . . bye then.'
'Goodbye, Shelagh. Oh and Shelagh?'
'Yes?'
'I'd appreciate it if you didn't mention this to anyone for the moment. You'll find out why.'
Adrian looked out of the window and watched the girl hop across the grass of Hawthorn Tree Court. He smiled to himself as he sat at his desk and wrote a short note on a sheet of writing-paper.
'To Bald Eagle. Gingerbread. Informal. I think the game may well be afoot. Love Liar Bird.'
Adrian leant back in his chair, fed the paper into his fax machine and pressed an autodial key. He watched the sheet chug through the machine before crossing to his window again.
On the other side of the court he could make out the figure of an old man through an open window on the first floor. The figure stooped down for a moment and fiddled with something on his desk and then came up bearing a ripped sheet of paper.
He turned in Adrian's direction, flourishing the paper like a Morris dancer waving a handkerchief, and executed a quick little jig.
Adrian laughed and turned back into the room.
Acknowledgements
Donald Trefusis and his Wireless Essays first appeared
on the BBC Radio 4 programme Loose Ends. I should
like to thank the producer Ian Gardhouse, and
the presenter Ned Sherrin, for allowing the Professor
a platform for his ideas and observations.
There is no possibility that this book could ever
have been written without the violent threats and
pitiless blackmail of Sue Freestone of William Heinemann
and Anthony Goff of David Higham Associates.
I'm grateful to my parents for their researches
into Salzburg, to Tim Rice for allowing the quotation
from 'I Don't Know How to Love Him',
to Hugh and Jo Laurie for reading the manuscript
when they had hundreds of better things to do,
and to Jo Foster for everything.
Table of Contents
Cover Page
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
Table of Contents
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
Nine
Ten
Eleven
Twelve
Thirteen
Fourteen
Acknowledgements