His fellow MPs agreed it was a stroke of genius.
Corporal McGavin was in disguise. He sat at a small desk, buried under an enormous pile of letters. Dropping the name of Captain Fitzhugh, backed by Sergeant Andrews and the power of an MP armband, the Englishman had got himself temporarily reassigned to the Canadian army’s censorship office. All letters to and from a soldier had to be read by a division censor and cleared before being posted. While the section had dozens of men reading letters, the office commander, Lieutenant Colonel William Pike, was told that McGavin had been sent to look for a very significant word, phrase, or situation, thus once the office had finished censoring the mail, everything was to then be handed over to him for one last inspection.
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