10th January 1997

Post date: 06-Oct-2015 17:42:40

The first diary entry for several days, because I’ve been detained I a basement hideout for the best part of a week. It’s all still very hush-hush so I won’t go into details. Anyway, that’s not important compared with the most remarkable behaviour of young Bernie.

Johns was most insistent that I go round to see her as soon as I was released from the clutches of the Deputy Chief Constable and this chappie from Special Branch, who insisted on debriefing me for what seemed like nearly as long as the incarceration had been. He told me she’d been worrying about me – just because I hadn’t turned up for dinner on Monday.

I assumed that Johns was exaggerating – I mean to say, Bernie isn’t one to et upset about things and the chances were she’d welcome a few evenings without having to put up with me. But I went along with it to keep him quiet – although I knew better than to take his advice about buying flowers or chocolates to take with me. When I got there I could hardly believe my eyes. Bernie has never been one to bother much about her appearance, but she looked even more dishevelled than usual, and I could have sworn that she’d been crying. Eventually it transpired that Johns was right all along and she really had been worried that I might not come out of it alive. I just couldn’t believe it!