John Dene of Toronto

Excerpt from John Dene of Toronto: A Comedy of Whitehall John Dene thanked the policeman, gave the Cigar in his mouth a twist with his tongue, and walked along Lower Regent Street towards Waterloo Place. At the bottom of the Duke of York's steps, he crossed the road, turned to the left and paused. Nowhere could he see an entrance sufficiently impressive to suggest the Admiralty. Just ahead was a dingy and unpretentious doorway with a policeman standing out side; but that he decided could no...