Sir John Chilcot has found the guilty men and is ready to publish. He himself has seen all the evidence, and it looks like enough to hang Tony Blair - or more realistically, see him in the dock at the Hague. However an impasse has developed; the Cabinet Secretary, as Chief Convenor of that trade union that offers mutual protection to the heart of the political class, refuses to allow Chilcot to publish the evidence.
Chilcot, to his credit, is displaying the tenacity of a terrier with a rat on this and isn't giving way to the Tsunami power of the mandarinate. Heywood is inventive in his reasons for with-holding consent, all of them spurious and all falling on detailed assault. Blair, observing the process, not knowing when the Hague court may issue a secret and sealed indictment against him until the police squad bundles him into a van for the trip across the Channel, must be incontinent with anticipation.
We've waited ten years. We can wait a while longer.