
In the summer of 1967 Stella Rimington, the bored wife of a junior diplomat in New Delhi, was approached by another British official with a proposition: would she be interested in “helping out” in his office?
The author of the request was “a baronet and a bachelor” best-known among staff at the British high commission for his “excellent Sunday curry lunches” and for “driving round Delhi in a snazzy old Jaguar”.