With the counter-offensive against Burma underway, Allen Wilson didn't find it too difficult to deliver a document.

    Arriving at the commander's headquarters, Allen Wilson realized how wrong he had been; Mountbatten was not there, nor did he know what was in the document bag, so out of an abundance of caution, he took a car directly to Mountbatten's residence in New Delhi.

    If it had been anyone else, Allen Wilson might have felt it was a dereliction of duty, but this person was Mountbatten, and he felt that he deserved it.

    Whether or not the victory at Imphal had anything to do with this Southeast Asian theater commander was a well-known fact in British India, and Allen Wilson was not surprised.

    To go to Mountbatten's residence, even after a strict guard interrogation, after all, Mountbatten's identity can afford this kind of protection.In the guard interrogation, Alan Wilson suddenly remembered, as if Mountbatten in the end is assassinated.

    Think about the advantages of Mountbatten, for a moment he could not think of, must be more serious, may be a lifetime anti-Japanese count one.

    Away from the view, Mountbatten's villa is first reflected in the eyes of the imposing gate, white wooden fence, pointed red-brown roof, under the mowed lawn, it is difficult to imagine such a mansion, is in New Delhi.

    Even this future capital of India, the old city of Delhi is full of beggars, the air is filled with the smell of Indian characteristics, and the British residential area of New Delhi is like a different person.

    Alan Wilson stood in front of the door of the villa, coughed softly, settled down and knocked on the door, after a while, just when he thought there was no one inside, he could return home, back to Hyderabad, the door opened.

    A girl opened the door and looked at the uninvited guest in front of her and said with a suspicious tone between her eyes, "Who are you, what are you doing here, and do you know what this place is?"

    "Huh?"Allen Wilson was fooled by this series of three questions, the left hand holding the document bag did not move, the right hand also maintained the posture of knocking on the door, considering that such a large villa must have servants and other configurations, Allen Wilson's eyes narrowed in horror, "A girl, hasn't anyone taught you to be polite?I'm here to deliver classified documents to Commander Mountbatten, I must deliver them to him personally, so hurry up and go play on the side."

    A hard shake of the Hyderabad Commissioner's authority surprised the little girl in front of him and she asked back defiantly, "Do you know who I am?"

    "You obviously underage girl, don't disturb my work, I don't have time to fool around with you," Alan Wilson coped helplessly, reached out to swing the little girl aside, surveyed the furnishings of the villa, and turned back as if remembering something, "Which room is Commander Mountbatten's?"

    "My father's not here and I don't know where he is," Pamela Mountbatten puffed out her cheeks and said, "I'm not some servant, my name is Pamela Mountbatten and the person you're looking for is my father."

    At the critical moment, when the ass in the commissioner's position was not hot, there was already a crisis of dismissal, Allen Wilson did not even have time to consider the identity of Pamela Mountbatten and said to himself: "Too bad, it is the governor's office that asked me to send the documents, is your mother there?"

    An interruption surprisingly got through, Pamela Mountbatten shook her head in embarrassment, "My mother is not here either, I am the only one in the middle of this villa right now."

    "New Delhi is safe enough, but a little caution is not too much to ask."It wasn't that Alan Wilson felt love coming down, but it was only afterwards that he realized who this little girl was, and with a stern face he pretended to be relaxed, "You must know that this is a time of war, and you, You, a girl at home, should make sure that you are safe, and don't think that the war is far away from New Delhi, and even within British India, the supporters of the Congress Party and the PML-Nalso often break out into feuds, more serious than you can even imagine."

    Alan Wilson scared Mountbatten's daughter, the words are of course half-true, mainly by deliberate concern, so that the other party again after her father's return do not talk nonsense.This is no big deal, although the United Kingdom has long entered the constitutional monarchy, members of the royal family should not be dictated to civil servants, but also depends on who is divided.

    Mountbatten is now a calling card of the British Empire's royal family, Allen Wilson is guilty of not attracting the attention of the other side.

    A few words successfully diverted Pamela Mountbatten's attention, Allen Wilson's old-fashioned way of letting the other party be wary of the danger drew a suspicious look from Pamela Mountbatten, "Your age doesn't seem like that of a senior civil servant.

    "Uh, I just look young, I went to college six years ago," Alan Wilson thought back in time, yes, it was in nineteen thirty-nine that he finished his pre-college program, then there was the blitzkrieg on Poland and coming to the East in a series of events.

    "You're too young then, I don't think you're even twenty," Pamela Mountbatten's incredulous exclamation was successfully brought down by Allen Wilson's use of discourse.

    Allen revealed only the year before he went to college, not his age, and as for the age that Pamela Mountbatten guessed, it can be said that she made up her own mind.

    Allen Wilson stayed, not that he had any designs on Mountbatten's daughter, but simply because of the risk, he couldn't leave the documents unaccounted for, and relying on a rather deceptively loyal and honest look, Pamela Mountbatten agreed.

    Not much older than herself, but already a civil servant of no lesser status, Pamela Mountbatten was also quite curious; with her father and mother unable to be with her on a daily basis, it was nice to have someone to talk to.

    "My mother is surrounded by a group of native Indian noblewomen, and my father is even busier, not always coming back when," Pamela Mountbatten said somewhat haughtily, "But it would be all right if they were really busy with business, but they don't seem to be.Tell you what, give me the papers and I'll give them to father when he gets back."

    Reaching out and lifting his wrist, Allen Wilson looked at the time, obviously not much interest in Pamela Mountbatten, the noble second generation, he is now most interested in promotion, in addition to everything else can be discarded, and it is not the kind of Elizabeth Taylor, a stunning beauty, but since Pamela Mountbatten took the initiative to speak, he will also have a ride to respond.

    "It's rare, are you teaching me things?What you see at your age is superficial, these Indians are approaching your parents with a purpose because it represents a path to success," Alan Wilson straightened his lapel and calmly cocked his head, "Once the day comes when we have no authority, these Indians who breed like cockroaches will be something else.If it were my word, I wouldn't befriend people from all walks of life in India, even if the other person might be some kind of Brahmin."