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        Then, on the Wednesday, we had another offer: a phone call from the office of the Attorney General, Frank Walker.'

        "Frank is available tomorrow.   Would you like him to come over and give you some help?" one of his men suggested.

        "Yes of course, but what would he like to do?" I responded, hesitantly.

        "You can work that out when he gets there.   Just get him to win a few votes for you."

        What could we do with the Attorney General?   What local issues were of interest to him?   Who wanted to meet him?   We had only an afternoon to deal with these questions.   The preparation for Landa's visit had taken weeks.

        We called for help:   Mrs Crowe would put on a morning tea in her home: Rod Power knew about a meeting for senior citizens that Walker could talk at; he could call in to meet the local court staff; but Manly Council was not interested in meeting him.

        Just after ten on Thursday morning, a large white sedan, a ministerial Ford LTD, pulled up in front of the house and I went out to meet the Attorney General and Minister for Justice, Frank Walker.   He climbed out from beside the driver.   He was a little younger than me, with a chubby face and brown hair that fell across his eyes.   the standard grey suit somehow looked a

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