The right understanding of any matter and a misunderstanding of the same matter do not wholly exclude each other.
(Franz Kafka)
"Please, gentlemen, Huey, Dewey and Louie! This is London, not Duckburg!"
"Well, ma'am, you're certainly accustomed to the use of cover names. – In fact, there's no need that you know our real ones; Huey, Dewey and Louie must do."
"So, Messers Duck, what kind of cooperation do you have in mind?"
"Shouldn't we move upstairs first? We've prepared tea – and have bought fish 'n' chips."
"Sounds too good to resist. Let's go."
"All right," muttered Polly, while opening the newspaper wrapper, "what's up?"
"As I've already explained, we come from Canada..."
"You didn't say that. – You said 'from beyond the sea', which can mean a lot of countries..."
"Canada. Chief Controller Rowley sent us. We..."
"You killed Palme Dutt? – Um, delicious..." Polly was shoving fish and chips into her mouth.
"We've nothing to do with that. Our mission is to find Prime Minister Bevin..."
"I see! Instead, you stumbled into Camp 235 – and found me..."
"Kind of. – Truth is, we've no clue where Bevin might be. – We know that former PM Mosley and Field Marshal Fuller were arrested on the Scilly Isles. They've been moved to North Uist in the Outer Hebrides. That's definitely out of our reach. – However, we've been unable to identify the location where Bevin is held. But we've – by chance – discovered you. – More tea?"
"Yes, please. – But I've no clue where Bevin is..."
"Yes, we thought you wouldn't. – But you've a name in the military..."
Polly roared with laughter.
"Me? You're kidding!"
"It's true. You're the model of a proletarian soldier. – Some former aristocrats may scorn you, but for those loyal to socialism, you're a hero. – And you've been punished for objecting to your controller. – You perhaps can imagine how unpopular the controller plague is with the officer corps..."
"Yeah, the Field Marshal did protect us from this curse. But Palme Dutt knew better..."
"Anyway, ma'am, we'd like to use your influence to engage the military in our search for Ernest Bevin. Damn, somebody has to know where he is."
Polly shrugged her shoulders.
"I don't mind. – But what do you think Bevin will accomplish, once you've freed him?"
"He's the legitimate PM. Palme Dutt was an usurper; and Wintringham is his successor. – Triple C is ready to defer to the legitimate PM, but she will not comply with criminals..."
Polly whistled appreciatively.
"Yeah, that's a nice approach. – But... – If I was Palme Dutt, I'd seen that Bevin vanished forever and without a trace..."
Huey wagged his head.
"Palme Dutt was not the killer type, he was the re–educator and reframer. We think he just locked away Bevin; somewhere, well hidden and top secret... – Wintringham is a killer. We've got to find Bevin, before Wintringham develops nasty ideas..."
Polly had finished her meal.
"Have a fag?"
"Of course. – Want the pack? And matches..."
"Uh, good. – Okay, Messers Duck, let's get started. I need a new coiffure, some ordinary clothes, money, an ID, and so on..."