Considering that the counterattack on Myanmar is currently underway, Alan Wilson feels that sending a document is not that difficult.
After arriving at the headquarters, he realized how wrong he was. Mountbatten was not there. Alan Wilson did not know what was in the document bag, so out of caution, he drove directly to Mountbatten's residence in New Delhi.
If the commander of the Southeast Asia Theater was not at the headquarters, Alan Wilson might feel that he was derelict in his duties, but this person was Mountbatten, and he had a feeling that this should be the case, who really had a deep background and was not doing his job properly.
Whether the victory in the Battle of Imphal had something to do with the commander of the Southeast Asian Theater was a well-known fact in British India, and Alan Wilson was not surprised.
Going to Mountbatten's residence, he also underwent strict interrogation by guards. After all, Mountbatten's identity deserved such protection. During the interrogation by the guards, Alan Wilson suddenly remembered that Mountbatten was the one who was assassinated in the end.
Thinking about Mountbatten's merits, he couldn't think of them for a moment. If he had to be serious, he might just be anti-Japanese for the rest of his life.
Looking at Mountbatten's villa from a distance, the first thing that catches the eye is the imposing gate, white wooden fence, pointed red-brown roof, and the newly trimmed lawn below. It is difficult to imagine that such a mansion is in New Delhi.
Even in this future capital of India, the old city of Delhi is full of beggars. The air is filled with a smell of Indian characteristics, which is completely different from the British residential area in New Delhi.
Alan Wilson stood in front of the door of the villa, coughed softly, and knocked on the door carefully. After a while, just when he thought there was no one inside, he could go home. When he returned to Hyderabad, the door opened.
opened.
A girl opened the door, looked at the uninvited guest in front of her, and said with a sense of vigilance in her eyes, "Who are you, what are you doing here, do you know where this place is?"
"Ah?" Alan Wilson was confused by this rapid-fire series of questions. His left hand holding the document bag did not move, and his right hand maintained the gesture of knocking on the door. Considering that such a large villa must have servants and the like
, Alan Wilson narrowed his eyes and threatened, "As a girl, no one taught you how to be polite? I'm here to deliver confidential documents to Commander Mountbatten, and I must hand them over to him personally. You go and have fun."
The Hyderabad Commissioner shook his majesty hard, so that the little girl in front of him was greatly surprised, and asked unconvincedly, "Do you know who I am?"
"You're an obviously underage girl, don't disturb my work. I don't have time to play with you!" Alan Wilson responded helplessly, stretched out his hand to move the little girl aside, and looked at the furnishings of the villa, as if thinking of something.
General turned around and said, "Which room is Commander Mountbatten in?"
"My father is not here, and I don't know where he is?" Pamela Mountbatten puffed her cheeks and said, "I am not a servant, my name is Pamela Mountbatten, and the person you are looking for is my father."
At the critical moment when he had just finished sitting in the Hot Commissioner position, Alan Wilson didn't even have time to consider Pamela Mountbatten's identity, and said to himself, "What a pity, it was the Governor's House who asked me to
Is your mother here who sent the documents?"
After an interruption, she managed to pass the test. Pamela Mountbatten shook her head in embarrassment and said, "My mother is not here either. I am the only one in this villa now."
"Although New Delhi is safe enough, it's not too much to be careful." Suppressing his vigorously beating heart, it wasn't that Alan Wilson felt love coming, but that he realized who this little girl was only later, pretending to be relaxed with a straight face.
He said, "You have to know that this is a time of war. You, a girl, should ensure your own safety at home. Don't think that the war is far away from New Delhi. Even within British India, supporters of the Congress Party and the Muslim League often break out.
The severity of the vendetta is beyond your imagination."
Alan Wilson frightened Mountbatten's daughter, and his words were naturally half-truths, mainly through deliberate concern, so that she would not talk nonsense after her father came back. This was not a big deal, although Britain had already entered the stage of constitutional monarchy.
Members of the royal family should not dictate to civil servants, but it also depends on who gets judged.
Mountbatten is now a business card of the royal family of the British Empire, and Alan Wilson cannot afford to attract their attention.
A few words successfully diverted Pamela Mountbatten's attention. Alan Wilson seasonedly told the other party to be wary of danger, but attracted Pamela Mountbatten's suspicious eyes, "You don't seem to be a senior at your age."
Civil Servant.”
"Well, I'm just young. I went to college six years ago." Alan Wilson thought back to the time. Yes, he completed the pre-college courses in 1939. Then he attacked Poland and came to the East.
A series of things.
"Then you are too young. I think you are less than twenty years old." Pamela Mountbatten exclaimed in disbelief, and was successfully led astray by Alan Wilson's words.
Allen only revealed the year before he went to college, but did not say his age. As for the age guessed by Pamela Mountbatten, it can be said that she made it up in her own head.
Alan Wilson stayed, not because he had any intentions towards Mountbatten's daughter, but because of risk considerations and the whereabouts of the documents could not be left unknown. Relying on his deceptive appearance of loyalty and honesty, Pamela Mountbatten agreed.
She seemed to be not much older than herself, but she had already become a civil servant with a high status. Pamela Mountbatten was also quite curious. Her father and mother could not be with her every day, so it was a good thing to have someone to talk to her.
"My mother is surrounded by a group of local Indian ladies, and my father is very busy and may not come back when." Pamela Mountbatten said arrogantly, "But it would be fine if they are really busy with business, but it doesn't seem like that.
Son, let's do this, give the document to me, and I will hand it over to my father when he comes back."
Reaching out and raising his wrist, Alan Wilson looked at the time. It was obvious that he had no interest in Pamela Mountbatten, the second generation of nobles. What he was most interested in now was promotion. Everything else could be discarded. He was not Elizabeth Taylor.
That kind of stunning beauty, but since Pamela Mountbatten took the initiative to speak, he would also respond with a mixed response.
"It's strange. Are you teaching me how to do things? At your age, all you see are appearances. These Indians are purposefully approaching your parents because it represents a path to success." Alan Wilson compiled
He lifted his clothes, tilted his head calmly and said, "Once one day we no longer have authority, these Indians, who breed like cockroaches, will become something else. If it were me, I would not be in conflict with those from all walks of life in India.
Let people talk to each other, even if the other person may be some kind of Brahmin."