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little untidy on him.
Walker responded to my greeting with a grin and a chuckle, "Let's go inside and talk about the war," he said.
I led him into the house, through the kitchen, and he sat down at the dining room table.
"Well now; what chance have you got?" he asked bluntly. the grin was fixed, the eyes serious. I found the printout of the Chaples survey, dumped it in front of him, and flipped over the pages to find the vital figures. He studied them in silence for a few moments.
"I think you are going to win," he said at last, "Let's get on with the job."
We set off in the LTD, driving in style for the two hundred yard trip to Mrs. Crowe's house. Donna was waiting outside, dressed in a matronly skirt and blouse. She appeared to have things under control:
"Good morning Mr Attorney. There are some people inside, waiting to meet you. Please come this way."
She spoke in a practiced manner.
To my surprise, we had difficulty getting past the front door, because of the crush of people. the house was packed with Harbord residents, sipping tea and eating fruit cake. Mrs Crowe had summoned them on a few hours notice. Some were obviously Labor supporters