“Conan Doyle?” I asked. “Any relation to…?”
Poor Billy Boyle. It’s Christmas Day 1944 and he’s managed to finagle a whole day’s leave from taking out Eisenhower’s dirty laundry at SHAEF. All he wants to do is take a walk down the White Cliffs of Dover hand in hand with girlfriend Lady Diana Seaton. It is not to be, however, as they…
