Secret service

摘要

At 5.30 pm, Fred Tee picked up the folder with his papers in, put on his trilby and headed for home. Like most of the 100-strong workforce at the Cumberland Pencil Company, he was a local man and lived just a few minutes' walk from the factory in Keswick. As soon as it grew dark, Tee, the factory's youthful technical manager, set off back to the works and quietly let himself into his laboratory through the back door. This was the fifth night in a row that he and his fellow managers had met after work to do a spot of moonlighting.