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'Humphrey, what's the meaning of this?'
A long-suffering sigh, quickly suppressed. 'The meaning of what, Prime Minister?'
'Look.' Hacker all but flung a thick folder across the Cabinet table, forcing Bernard to dive after it to keep the papers within from flying every which way. 'I've had the figures checked and rechecked, grilled anyone remotely responsible for resource allocation, and somehow no-one in this entire Government can account for this budget discrepancy of nearly ten million pounds!'
'Not pounds, Prime Minister.'
Hacker blinked. '...what?'
'Not pounds, Prime Minister.' The Cabinet Secretary's smile could have been painted by da Vinci. 'Galleons.'