Chapter 1601 – The Prime Minister’s Will

“Hey, where’s Arnold, he’s only just returned to London why is he gone again?” Pamela Mountbatten marveled, then turned to her husband, “You’ve given him a job again?”

“He’ll be given a formal placement next year, the job now is to acclimatize to the political environment.” Alan Wilson put his arm around his wife’s shoulders, “It’s always time to grow up, now is the time.”

The victim, Miss Keyes, now six months pregnant, sitting with her pregnant belly in front of the soulful Arnold, with eyes rounder than grapes, the good Dahl returned to her senses, reaching out as if hooking something, and then a suitcase, definitely not small, was placed directly on the table with a muffled sound.

The suitcase was opened, inside were all eighty percent new pounds, Arnold only spoke at this time, “This is only a small portion of the current entitlement, even if you work as a deputy secretary general for thirty years, this is the income. Of course, compared to what Ms. Keyes has suffered, it is still far from enough. With a heart of justice and a mind of righteousness, such scum cannot be allowed to go unpunished.”

“There is no doubt that this was a very despicable fraudulent marriage, and it is hard to imagine that it could have occurred amongst an important Cabinet Minister, and it seems to me that there was more than just fraudulent marriage, there was grooming and mind control involved, and that is more than just a matter of morality. I’m sure the judges of the Supreme Court would see it no differently.”

Miss Keyes then looked back from the box full of pounds, it seemed to be a little more serious than she had thought, “Will that get him out of office, sir?”

“Stepping down may not be enough, there may be more significant issues.” Arnold’s face was thoughtful, a tone of profound understanding, and he thought, “How am I supposed to know what the old man is arranging.

Arnold himself was all confused, he had only just returned from Rhodesia, and hadn’t even had time to treat himself, and without taking a breath of air he was arranged to intervene in the midst of a peach-colored incident.

He thought it was to help the minister wipe his ass, but it turned out to be the opposite, the key old father still did not say anything, let him look after himself.

“Didn’t I trust Arnold then?” Alan Wilson put his wife in his own arms and explained, “Cecil is the rising star of the Conservative Party that Thatcher looked at, ability not to mention, at least there is no problem in terms of loyalty, or else Thatcher wouldn’t have chosen to press things down first. I knew about this during the election, but I didn’t make a sound. But on the industrial layout and future development of the United Kingdom, a mere Minister of Industry also dared to oppose me? It’s also time to let the self-satisfied Prime Minister know that she can’t really think that Britain is what she says it is.”

“Do you want a minister to step down?” Pamela Mountbatten asked as she took her husband by the scruff of the neck and looked at him with four eyes, “That doesn’t seem like a difficult thing to do.”

“Step down? Stepping down may not be enough, a rapist, should be subjected to the law as a way of showing proud British citizens that Britain is a place of laws.” Alan Wilson smirked as he opened his mouth to reply, “How can he be squatted for a few years, it’s unforgivable that we have a female Prime Minister in power, and that a minister would commit a crime against a woman.”

Back on election day, Parkinson, who presided over the Conservative Party’s general election effort, had quietly revealed to Mrs. Thatcher a personal preoccupation: that he had had skin in the game outside of marriage with his former secretary, Miss Keyes.

This whisper came as a bolt from the blue to Prime Minister Thatcher. Shocked, the Prime Minister decided to suppress the scandal, believing that it was well kept secret and would not jeopardize his political future.

Mrs. Thatcher then received a letter of denunciation from Miss Keyes’s father stating that his daughter was pregnant with Parkinson’s flesh and blood. It was only then that Mrs. Thatcher decided that Parkinson should become Secretary of State for Trade and Industry in the newly merged Department of Trade and Industry instead, and that the Foreign Secretary was clearly unsuitable for him.

This was something Alan Wilson knew about the same day, in fact he knew about it before the Prime Minister did, he just didn’t shake it off in the middle of a general election, “Look at it tomorrow, my dear, I’ll make a comment to the respectable gentlemen of the House of Lords, won’t I?”

“The House of Lords? Wouldn’t that strike Mrs. Thatcher as interference in her administration?” Pamela Mountbatten asked rhetorically with some hesitation at the sound of it.

“What? Really think of yourself as Andropov?” Alan Wilson laughed softly, “William Whitelaw, a good Home Secretary, was driven to the House of Lords, do you think he won’t harbor a great deal of resentment? Besides, doesn’t the House of Lords even have the power to speak anymore? If the Iron Lady doesn’t go along with public opinion, just a jail sentence might not be enough.”

“I’ll have Patricia speak to her husband.” Pamela Mountbatten, as usual, was finally persuaded, and just then there was a sound at the door, and Arnold pushed his way in, followed by Lady Elizabeth Hurley, tiptoeing behind him.

Letting Elizabeth Hurley go upstairs first, Arnold sat down to report on the progress of his work, and the truth, after trimming it down, was that Ms. Geece, who was new to the world back then and had been deceived by flowery words, was not a lover in the usual sense of the word.

The reason she had remained a lover in Parkinson’s life for so many years was because she was convinced that one day, although she could not be sure exactly which day, the day would surely come when she would change her status and become Parkinson’s wife in name only.

It was in the firm belief that Parkinson would eventually marry her that she had continued their flirtatious relationship, and on at least two occasions when her faith in Parkinson had been shaken, she had dissolved their relationship for months at a time.

On more than one occasion, Parkinson has persuaded her to continue their relationship with further assurances of a future marriage.

Amazingly, how did such a relationship begin? It is hard to believe that Mr. Parkinson would walk into the office that day sometime; they first met in nineteen seventy-one when she had just become his secretary.

There hadn’t been any experience of love or sex before she came into contact with Parkinson. Cecil Parkinson was her first love and still the only man she’d ever been with.

“I’ve spoken to Miss Keyes, it was a premeditated crime, and it turns out that Minister Cecil, through mind control was deliberately making his crime undefinable.” Arnold said of his conversation, “There is no doubt that it would be unfair to a woman just entering society to let this scum off the hook so simply. As for tomorrow’s report aspect.”

“Okay that’s it.” Alan Wilson waved his hand to stop his good son from continuing, and directly dragged his wife back to his room, “I’ve always believed in your ability to take care of some chores this year and work next year.”

The supreme authority tugged his wife’s hand and marched quickly back to his room, Pamela Mountbatten tilted her face, “Why don’t you let your son finish? Hey, when I think about it, it seems like you seem to be doing the same thing to me as this minister of crime, and I seem to be a little younger.”

“Stop it.” Alan Wilson rushed to clear the air and gambled, “I was always running to be your life partner, and you’re my wife now. It’s a world away from this minister, so this is deception on his part, you and I are a love that has been tested in every way.”

Pamela Mountbatten thought to herself as she listened, “Seems to make sense!” As soon as the words were out of her mouth, the Supreme Authority grabbed the richest woman’s head and came in for a verbal jab, which certainly made sense.

“The baby’s still there.” Pamela Mountbatten shyly pushed her husband away, “Are you a thief? Hmm?”

A day later, all the major British newspapers and radio and television stations reported the scandal in a mega-news story; political scandals, especially peachy incidents, have always been a hot topic for the British media to track. Public opinion was clearly going to make a huge wave to drown out Parkinson.

The ins and outs of the affair were revealed in full on the front page of The Times, and the fire was intense.

Margaret Thatcher’s most valued and admired ministers, suddenly plunged into the scandal, the election period backlog of daily work, almost exhausted the “Iron Lady” breathless, and now this kind of thing, the problem is still the same problem, the situation will not disappear just because of the election.

Alan Wilson this day to Downing Street 10 is also particularly diligent, moving over a trip, either the Iran-Iraq war documents, is the direction of the war in Afghanistan and Pakistan, Angola in Africa, Latin America’s Nicaragua, in fact, this is a field of things, do not have to use so many trips.

“Honorable Prime Minister, you are not in good shape today and should rest early.” After learning that several heavyweight members of the House of Lords had successively taken a stand, and that William Whitelaw, the Speaker of the House of Lords, had slammed the egregiousness of the incident, the Supreme Authority came over again.

“Did you come over for a laugh?” Mrs. Thatcher could see what Alan Wilson was up to even if she was evasive.

“Dodging is not an option, our Industry Minister seems to be having a hard time getting past this.” Alan Wilson said with a compassionate look, “Premeditated crimes against women, this is a big problem. It is indeed awful to have such a morally corrupt criminal element among the Conservative Party.”

“It’s not public opinion that says whether it’s a crime or not.” Margaret Thatcher angrily denounced the frenzy of British public opinion, “The very essence of the law is to be suspicious of crime.”

“Well said, I have long looked at this group of public opinion is not good, my prime minister you order to put, how about exile to Christmas Island in the South Pacific? Take out the Prime Minister’s bearing, they always say it’s you our British dictator anyway. Destroyer of democracy, let them know that the will of the Prime Minister is greater than anything else.”

Margaret Thatcher rushed straight over and chased down the gloating cabinet secretary general, the prime minister’s office is also all without the solemnity of the core of the power of the empire, the prime minister suddenly had a black eye, Alan Wilson’s eyes and hands quickly embraced the prime minister inquired, “What’s wrong?”

“My eyes are inflamed these days, and I can’t see clearly either.” Mrs. Thatcher shook her head and got up, “Let go of me, I’m fine.”