In the electronic innards of that phone was stored information that, in all probability, was absolutely crucial to the future of the Government and the fate of the PM.
So our officials cleared a meeting room. We were standing eyeball to eyeball. As I say, I felt that I could speak to him in an avuncular sort of way, as if offering career advice.
I am a pretty hopeless churchgoer but whenever I have attended a service in our village I have found myself talking to a nice old boy who has always gone out of his way to make me feel welcome.
What I am about to say may shock you so if necessary, steady your nerves now. Have another cup of tea, or something stronger. Sit down in a comfortable chair of a kind that is not easy to fall off.
There is no serious government in the world, believe me, that is remotely happy with the idea of the current Iranian regime acquiring a nuclear weapon.
If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. If you have missed the martyrdom of London bus driver Mark Hehir, 62, I promise you his ordeal will make you choke with incoherent rage.
I can remember exactly where I was at 19.32 on Monday when the news exploded over Britain like a thunderclap. I was sitting in my office having a row with someone about Greenland.
This is a message to all my fellow Conservatives - and in particular any other Tory defectors. I mean Tory MPs who even now are being groomed by the Russia-loving agents of the other side.