MEETING HALL, BUCKINGHAM PALACE, LONDON
S queezed in a chair, among the big crowd in the hall, was Dr. Tom Truckle.
He had managed to fool the guards, pretending he was the person whom the invitation was originally for. It wasn’t hard. He wore his best tuxedo and rented an expensive Bentley, and made Ogier pretend he was his private chauffeur.
Once he arrived at the palace, he pompously flashed his invitation and trotted inside.
He was led through dimly lit corridors, one after the other until he reached a secret meeting hall somewhere inside the palace.
Then he was shown his seat without anyone realizing what an impostor he was.
In the dimmed hall, he couldn’t see the many important men and women from all over the world who sat beside him. Was he really sitting among those people?
The stage itself was bright, awaiting the Queen’s arrival. Dr. Tom Truckle waited with anticipation to know what the heck this Event was about.