of the missing wife. If you ask me she just got fed up and buggered off, you know how it is with young married couples these days. Probably easier for this man to come up with a flying saucer fairy story than face the truth.’ ‘You’re probably right Ralph, but the night this woman disappeared radar stations in the North of England picked up a number of unidentified contacts, they just seemed to appear out of nowhere.’ ‘I see.’ Frederick said thoughtfully. ‘So I need you to go and interview this man, and log everything he says to you. As you say, it’s probably a load of old cobblers.’ ‘I’ll certainly look into it, looks like I’ll be gone for a few days.’ ‘You think Elizabeth might start asking questions about your absence.’ Frederick shrugged. ‘She does get curious sometimes, and she does know I met with the Prime Minister earlier today. In the war years she became quite fond of the old man.’ Chambers nodded. ‘I’m sure you’ll think of something to quash any interest Ralph from what I know of Liz, she’s very understanding.’ Frederick took a deep breath and looked out of the window. ‘Flying saucers, what is this world coming to?’ ‘You’re not a believer I take it?’ Chambers asked with a wiry smile. ‘I like a good story like the next man, but some of these tales of encounters with beings from other worlds are just too farfetched. Besides as a Nobel Prize winning physicist I wouldn’t have got where I am today by believing in such nonsense.’ He looked back at the newspaper. ‘All this flying saucer invasion paranoia could be nerves left over from the war.’ ‘Well let’s hope you’re right, I have to admit I want this investigation over and done with quickly.’ Frederick nodded before standing. ‘Likewise, I’ll see you soon, old friend.’
Emneth – Wisbech – Cambridgeshire – 8:48pm Elizabeth stood in front of her husband with her hands on her hips. Frederick had been home for an hour, but had revealed nothing about his meeting with the Prime Minister earlier that day. He had eaten his evening meal without saying a word. ‘How did it go with the old man?’ Frederick looked up from his armchair. ‘He says hello to you and Susan.’ ‘And?’ Elizabeth pursued. ‘And he said you were a fine woman and a valued member of his wartime staff.’ ‘But what did he want to speak to you about?’ She pressed. Frederick took a deep breath, summing up an answer. ‘Oh just about internal matters and going over some papers, nothing of interest dear. By the way I’ve been called away on business for a few days later this week.’ Frederick smiled before burying himself in a copy of the Times Newspaper. Elizabeth stared at him for several seconds, before breaking out into a smile. ‘Well at least you were wearing your best bow tie.’ She teased before walking out of the living room.
Chapter 3
Rivals
Trinity College – Cambridge – 9:20am Tuesday 29 th July1952 ‘Knock knock.’ A voice called out. Frederick looked up from his office desk to see Professor Chester Osborne. Frederick and Osborne had known each other for twenty years. They had studied at Cambridge together, worked at Bletchley Park and were now teaching at Cambridge. Despite the length of time they had known each other Frederick never counted Osborne amongst his closest friends. In the past both men had disagreed on many things and had even stopped talking to each other on a number of occasions. One occasion happened when they studied together at Trinity College. Frederick had become quite popular around the campus and rumour started to spread that fellow undergraduates Guy Burgess and Richard Wilks were going to make him an offer to join the Cambridge Apostles. An elite discussion group founded in 1820 by Bishop of Gibraltar George Tomlinson when he was a student. The group initially consists of twelve members and meet every Saturday evening. Topics