Epilogue

"Another one has arrived, sir."

"What's that, Emily?"

"Another card. This time from Berlin."

"Let me see."

The Home Secretary looked at the postcard. It was a view of the Brandenburg gate at night. Very impressive. On the other side it was addressed to William Towers, Home Secretary with the full and proper address. On the message side was written nothing whatsoever.

"I don't see the point," complained Emily, "that's six of them and all with no message.

"It's a mystery," said the Home Secretary and smiled as she left his office still muttering. He opened a drawer and dropped the card in with the others from Paris, Madrid, Rome, Vienna and Prague.

One week later.

Emily opened the door. The Home Secretary looked up and smiled and rose from his desk.

Harry, closely followed by Ruth, walked into his office.

"Harry, good to see you," the two shook hands.

"Ruth, you too," he said nodding and smiling warmly at her.

"So, I know you have been well travelled but how are you and how are…things?"

"We are both very well indeed, thank you," replied Harry.

"And...things?" dared Towers again.

Harry smiled, "I think I better let my wife answer that one."

Towers looked at Ruth a smile spreading slowly across his face.

She beamed at him serenely, "Things are just wonderful. Thank you, Home Secretary."