anyway (âyouâre not as twangy as most Americans, but your accent will still put people offâ). Reaching out to a stranger on behalf of the BBC was not in her bulwark.
âIâd really rather type and things,â Maisie begged. âMy voice just isnâtââ
âOf course it is,â Hilda interrupted. âAnd we need more notes before there can be any typing.â The clear eyes lasered in on Maisie. âYou have a very pleasant manner, you know.â
She always sounds so sincere. Why isnât she a politician?
âWe just need to find something that wonât shame the BBC.â
Was that meant to be encouraging? Hilda was halfway into her own office but stuck her head around the door again.
âAnd warn everyone that if I hear the phrase âTurkish Delightâ theyâll get a hose turned on them.â
Maisie picked up the phone, though she could barely keep it steady, and asked the operator to connect her.
Maybe no one will answer anywhere
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But someone did, and she had to speak.
âEr, hullo. Um, this is Miss Musgrave calling from the BBC Talks Department, and, er . . . I . . . That is, we were hoping you might be able to assist . . .â
The voice squeaked and crackledâit would have rained fuzz through the airwaves. But the words got out. And Maisie hadnât reckoned the effect of âBBC.â The man on the other end didnât know she was Mousy Maisie, Invisible Girl, dogsbody extraordinaire.
âYes, Miss Musgrave, what can I do for you?â
Sheâd never heard anyone address her so deferentially.
âWeâre preparing a Talk on Turkey, and weâre a bit pressed for timeââ Was that really her voice, gaining confidence and competence by the syllable? This man deeply regretted not being able to help, and meant it. Maisie thanked him politely and soldiered on.
âThis is Miss Musgrave of the BBC Talks Department.â The voice was getting crisper and more commanding, with a mixture ofwarmth and politeness. âWe are looking for a knowledgeable person to speak about Turkey for a program thatâs come up rather suddenly and were hoping you might be able to assist us.â
Maisie reported it all: the restaurant managers who thought maybe, perhaps, could they ring back? The expert in Byzantine history who insisted the capital be referred to as Constantinople, even though it had been renamed Istanbul in 1923. (âIâm all for adding controversy,â Hilda said, âbut he doesnât sound like someone who can be bullied into decorum in a timely fashion.â) The diplomat who wanted to pontificate on the successful eradication of the Ottoman Empire and the proven brilliance of the Sykes-Picot Agreement. (âPractically begs the imperialists in the Turkish embassy to march on the BBC with torches and pitchforks. Certainly good for publicity, but a nuisance for the fire brigade and awkward if we want lunch.â)
The phones rang inâHilda had sent telegrams to âa few Foreign Office chaps I know.â The representative of the Turkish consulate was glad to speak to Miss Matheson if she was a friend of Mr. Winters, but was concerned the BBC was making light of his nation.
âNothing of the sort,â Hilda insisted. âWe want listeners to gain a real understanding of the Turkish nation, not just its history, but what its people are really like. If you can send over a few notes this afternoon, we can turn it into a script and send it back for your approval.â
âThat seems satisfactory,â came the grudging, but also eager, response.
âThank you so much!â
âIâll get on looking for musicians,â Maisie offered.
âNo need,â Fielden announced with grim smugness. âIâve found us a trio, Miss Matheson, who play instruments called a âsaz,â a âsipsi,â and a
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