But, unbeknown to Tim, two of the Japanese tea-drinkers were now following him, flitting silently from shadow to shadow like moths; they were members of a Secret Society, so secret that even it's members were completely unaware of the identity of those above them in the hierarchy, and each cell, like this one in London, had no contact with any others; they had, as yet, no orders to kill Tim, but from this moment on he would be watched, listened to, and followed closely, wherever he went until, not if, the order came! now, as it happens, Tim was not heading back to The Bunker, but instead, his feet carried him to Westminster Bridge and he descended the river steps until he was only a few levels above the swift-moving Thames, and there he sat down and opened the box he had been given by Mrs Gladstone; despite the lack of illumination, he was delighted to discover a well-filled pizza, complete with pepperoni, garlic, mushrooms and olives; he tore off a slice and started eating, surprised at how hungry he was, and the flavours exploding on his taste buds like pyroballogy and then the familiar voice came from just a couple of steps above him: "now that smells good, Tim, would it be presumptuous of me to hope there might be enough for two?" and Tim laughed: "well now, whether you're a ghost or an apparition, I'm always pleased to meet you and, of course, you are very welcome to share my supper," and he held out the box for the old man to help himself: "what do you make of the election results, Tim?" and the Secretary of State for Brexit shook his head: "it's obviously quite a disaster for the Party, being ridden rough-shod over, but I think too much is being focussed on Farrago's new incarnation, his Bugger-off Party! for months the Brexiteers have been insisting that the vast majority of the country wants to leave and we must respect the result of the Referendum, but although they have taken a few more seats than the old UTWAT crowd, if the vote they've received represents the sum-total of people determined to leave, it's way, way down on the number who voted Leave in 2016 and, like the recent local elections, the Remain Parties – if we combine their votes and the number of seats they won – show a majority wanting to stay in; and if the BOP vote is the most they can poll, it's obvious why our Party Members don't want another Referendum – they know they'd lose! to be honest, Mr Scratch, you don't mind if I call you that?" and his friend laughed: "you've been watching The Devil and Daniel Webster, eh?" and Tim nodded: "it's one of my favourite films, but I'm honestly not suggesting that you are the Devil, it's just that I have to call you something and Norman, or Cecil, seem too mundane; I take it you aren't going to tell me your real name?" and the old man shook his head: "too many, never been a Norman or Cecil, not even a Nigel or Freddie, so call me Mr Scratch if you like," so Tim continued: "there is so much hypocrisy around; the same colleagues in the House who denounce suggestions of another Referendum, whether it's called Confirmatory or Second, as to deny the Democratic Will of the People, were perfectly happy for The Dame to bring her Deal to the House three times, and get a drubbing each time – I really think I should be honest and resign from my Office! it's a job I never wanted and was only given because of the lacuna, no-one else would accept it, and Mrs M couldn't not have someone doing it – even in name only – and I've got the gall to call others hypocrites – what am I?" but the old man laid a hand on the younger one's shoulder: "don't do anything rash, Tim – most people, at some time or another, find themselves required to do something they don't agree with, or simply don't want to be the one to have to do it, and would be quite happy to see someone else doing it; life is full of Tests – some are so trivial you probably aren't aware of them, while others require a degree of soul-searching and an element of personal bravery; no-one's asking you to pull the plug on someone who's been in a coma for three years, or play a game of cammag without a stick, or to shoot another person just because of their race or religion, are they?" and in the shadows above them, Tim's two followers were listening very carefully to the conversation and wondering why anyone would baulk at shooting a person they had been ordered to shoot – it was quite beyond their ken, for they had no such scruples.