“Well, it was like this, guv’nor,” he said. “Churchill, Eden, Atlee and Ernie Bevin went out on the river in a small boat to look the place over. Just as they were a-passin’ the ’otel ’ere, a sudden squall blew up and the boat was capsized.”
He paused and blew his nose vociferously into a capacious kerchief. “Who do you think was saved?”
“Churchill?” I enquired.
He shook his head in the negative.
“Eden?”
He shook his head.
“Atlee?”
Again he shook his head.
“Bevin?”
Once more the negative.