The Art of Deception 41 London

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The Art of Deception

or Pride and Extreme Prejudice

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This week continues a spy story set in late Georgian England, the year before Trafalgar.  After the events in Bath, Alice has made her way to her uncle’s in London. Things are about to take a more serious turn.


Deep in the war office, Lord Grey gave his niece a baleful glare from the other side of his desk; then he resumed reading Mrs Hudson’s report on her as well as Miss Aldershot’s. Alice sat and watched him, nervously clenching her hands.

She had arrived in London the night before, and despite the enthusiastic greeting from her Aunt Margaret and Cousin June, there was a distance between her and her uncle; in the morning, he had proposed they go for a walk. Ostensibly, it was to work off his gout, and to show her the landmarks. In reality, it was to go to his office and evaluate her performance.

Finally, after what seemed like hours, he looked up and smiled at her, “Mrs Hudson speaks most highly of you and -”

“And?” Alice sat on the edge of her chair.

“What happened in Bath can stay in Bath; I see you put your escape and evasion training to good use.”

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My apologies for creative punctuation.

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The Telegraph enters into this story at several points. Not Morse’s electric one, but the optical telegraph. More is written about the Napoleonic “semaphore telegraph” than the British one. But Murray’s six-panelled construct linked Britain together during the war.

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It was probably not as easy to read at a distance as the French semaphore system, but with six panels and 64 symbols (two to the sixth), it would have allowed relatively high rates of information flow. A message could have gone from Bristol to London in about fifteen minutes. Given that a dispatch rider would have taken all day, that is a rather significant improvement. There were several units on top of the Admiralty building and you could, for a consideration, see them in action and have the details of the mechanism explained to you.

In typical British fashion it was dismantled after the war and largely forgotten.

 

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Author: rharrisonauthor

International man of mystery. Well not really, although I can mangle several languages and even read the occasional hieroglyphic. A computer scientist, an author and one of the very few people who has both an NIH grant and a book contract. A rising author of sweet romantic historical fiction. A booktrope author.

17 thoughts on “The Art of Deception 41 London”

    1. Thank you. The telegraph was nearly completely forgotten. Though in scouts I had the choice between semaphore (the French system) or wig-wag (developed just before the American civil war) as first class requirements. They don’t require either nowadays.

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