Authors: Brian Freemantle
âNo!' erupted Klaus Rainer.
Blom retreated at once from the outrage from the chairman of the Swiss intelligence committee. He said: âI know it is being raised again by the Israelis and the Americans. I felt you should know.'
âIt is right that you convened a meeting,' said Rainer, regretting now the abruptness of his response. Again, for convenience, they met at the Bundeshaus.
âThe Englishman is a nuisance,' insisted Paul Leland. âA positive nuisance.'
âThere certainly seems to be something odd in the man Schmidt. And the business at the embassy,' suggested the third member of the committee, Pierre Delon.
âNothing that justifies a hue and cry of the sort that publication of a photograph would create,' rejected Rainer. To the counter-intelligence chief, he said: âIs there any investigation â anything at all â that remains outstanding?'
âNone whatsoever,' assured Blom, at once. âEvery source we have has been tapped and double checked. Quite independently of the British, I have worked in complete co-operation with the CIA and the Israeli Mossad and Shin Bet services. And I know they have made every conceivable investigation possible.'
âAnd there has been nothing from any of them?' said Leland.
âNothing,' said Blom.
âWould you have expected there to be, if this information from London were accurate?' asked Delon.
âSuch an operation would have the highest security classification,' reminded Blom. âThe restriction would be to the smallest committee of men. Nevertheless, I would have thought there might have been some sort of hint.'
âI found the debriefing transcript of the Russian, Novikov, very vague,' said Rainer.
âMy assessment was that he was telling the truth but that he didn't know enough for it to make sense,' said Blom.
âThe British themselves admit there are a lot of other European conferences,' said Delon. âHave they extended the warning, do you know?'
âI don't know,' said Blom. The man Muffin seems convinced he's right about it being here.'
âBased upon what evidence!' demanded Rainer.
Blom shrugged. âWhat he has so far produced, I suppose.'
âWe've had, in effect, the resources of three intelligence services â four if you include the British â which I would suggest is an unprecedented amount of technical and professional expertise,' said Rainer. âAnd as far as Switzerland is concerned we've come up with nothing more than a few things which appear mysterious, suspicious even, but which might equally well have a perfectly reasonable explanation. I am not for a moment proposing any sort of relaxation in the arrangement for any international gathering on Swiss soil. But I am certainly arguing against anything being made public about this episode.'
âI agree absolutely,' said Delon, at once.
âSo do I,' said Leland. âWe should proceed as we are at present, nothing more.'
âI am grateful for the guidance,' said the responsibility avoiding Blom.
âAnother thing,' said Leland âI think there should be some complaint to London, about the way this damned man has been behaving.'
âAbsolutely,' said Rainer and there were supportive nods of agreement from everyone else around the table.
Sir Alistair Wilson guessed his deputy's distress from the unusual colour of his face, much paler than its usual pinkness, and wondered at the wisdom of granting an immediate meeting. Maybe it would have been better to have delayed it, to let the man better compose himself. The Director stood at the window for comfort and outside one of the more adventurous Whitehall pigeons was on an away day forage for scraps in the street outside; Wilson thought there was a similarity in the way the bird and his deputy walked, with their strange, chest-forward swagger.
âThe result of the Charlie Muffin positive vetting?' anticipated Wilson.
âThere is still the personal interview to be conducted, when he returns from Switzerland,' said Harkness, defensively.
âBut what have you discovered so far?'
âHe owes various sums to bookmakers. Something in the region of £350.'
âYes,' said Wilson, unimpressed.
âHe hoards pornographic publications in his flat.'
âWhat sort of pornographic publications?'
â
Playboy
.'
âChoirboys can buy
Playboy
on station bookstalls,' pointed out the Director. âI'm sure of a lot of them do. Choirmasters, too.'
âThere is also membership of some disreputable clubs,' said Harkness. âTwo are solely for after-hours drinking. The third, it's called the Fantail, features women either topless or bottomless. Sometimes both.'
âI think it's fair to say, then, that Charlie Muffin isn't gay and likes a drink, don't you?'
âI think it also indicates rather questionable morals,' insisted the Deputy Director.
âI've often thought that an essential requirement for the job,' mused the Director. âWhat about the business over the restaurant bills?'
Harkness's colour deepened. âThree establishments have been traced, all within a mile or two of where he lives. All insist the money was genuinely spent. He appears to be well known in each of them.'
âI understand, of course, that having embarked upon it the positive vetting has to be completed but it would seem to me that Charlie is pretty much in the clear, wouldn't you think?'
âNot in one thing,' argued Harkness. âAt his grading level there is no way he could service an overdraft of £10,000.'
âSo you're refusing the bank reference?' guessed Wilson.
âI sent the rejection letter this morning,' confirmed Harkness.
Chapter Twenty-five
They started drinking in Levy's hotel but at Charlie's suggestion moved from the Bristol almost at once for what turned out to be a pub crawl. By the time they reached the bar on the Rue du Port, Charlie had walked off and drunk off most of the anger.
âYou're wrong, you know. All of you,' he insisted.
âSo you keep saying,' reminded Levy. Like its name suggested it was a port workers' bar, with no service, so the Israeli carried the brandies back from the counter.
âAnd me, too,' said Charlie, almost in private conversation with himself. âI've got a feeling I've done something wrong, too.'
âLike becoming obsessive?' suggested Levy.
Charlie came out of his reverie. âNo,' he said, ânot that.'
âI've got to admit it, Charlie, that's the impression you're conveying. Certainly that's what Blom thinks.'
âI don't believe Blom is capable of thinking.'
âCharlie!' pleaded Levy. âIt hasn't just been the Swiss. The CIA have pulled out all the stops and we've done the same. And you know what your own people in England have done. If one had missed something, another group would have picked it up.'
âHe's here!' insisted Charlie. âI can
feel
he's here.'
âAn intelligence agent doesn't work on feeling,' said Levy.
âI do.'
âFor two weeks Geneva has been a goldfish bowl with not just one but three intelligence agencies staring into itâfour, if you include yourself,' said Levy. âOK, so our man â if there is such a man â is a professional but to stay undiscovered for that long he'd have to be the most professional operator I've ever encountered.'
âThe Swiss did not â¦' started Charlie and then stopped. â
Into
,' he said.
Levy looked worriedly across the tiny circular table. âWhat?' he said.
âInto,' repeated Charlie. âThat's the mistake. Into.'
âYou're not making sense,' complained the Israeli.
âWait,' said Charlie, excitedly. âJust wait ⦠in fact, I'll get more drinks.' He did, bringing them back from the bar, and said: âWe picked up the lead in London and we followed it here and we've spent all this time behind him, on the outside, looking in ⦠don't you see!'
âNo,' refused Levy, shortly.
âWhat about inside, looking out? What about someone in one of the delegations?'
Levy shook his head, wearily. âWe did that: my people. We compared your Primrose Hill photograph with every delegate and every support member and every secretariat. There were a couple of passing likenesses, but checked again they didn't fit.'
âIs that all you checked?' demanded Charlie. âJust photographic likenesses? What about backgrounds? Are you telling me, for instance, that you're letting your government leaders close to a group of Palestinian Liberation people â people you term as terrorists â without knowing everything down to the colour of their knickers! And the Syrians and Jordanians, for that matter!'
âOf course we've got files on as many as possible,' smiled Levy. âAll have committed crimes against us, at some stage or other. That's why we've got combined security, Mossad and Shin Bet. I don't see how it's going to help find your invisible man.'
Neither did he, conceded Charlie, but he was reluctant to let the idea go. He said: âWe made the London photograph and the dossier available to you. Novikov, too.'
âYes,' said Levy, doubtfully.
âBritain is not a participant in the conference, so I've got no in-field intelligence back-up.'
âSo what do you want?'
âAccess to your files on the visiting delegations.'
âI told you, we've done that already!'
âFull co-operation: that was our agreement, wasn't it?'
âIt would take days!'
âYou know how long it takes a trained assassin to kill someone? I hear an expert can get six shots away in the space of sixty seconds.'
âYou're wasting your time, Charlie.'
âIt's my time.'
âWhy not?' agreed Levy, finally. âIt'll take a while to make the copies: I could telephone. While it's being done we can have another drink.'
âWhy not?' echoed Charlie. Christ how he hated working with anyone!
Roger Giles picked out his wife as soon as she emerged through the arrival doors but briefly she couldn't locate him and her face closed at his not getting to the airport to meet her in. And then he called out and she saw him and her face filled with her happiness.
âI thought â¦' she started.
âI know,' he said.
âI was frightened the plane would be delayed.'
âIt wasn't. Guess we were lucky.'
They stood at arm's length, each looking shyly and awkwardly at the other, neither knowing what to do. Giles wondered whether to kiss her and decided against it: he didn't want to rush her.
âYou look great,' he said.
âSo do you.'
âI'm glad you came.'
âI'm glad you asked me.'
There was another silence between them and Giles said: âEverything is going to be fine.'
âI want it to be,' said Barbara. âI want it to be so much.'
âI've got a suite at the hotel. Two bedrooms.'
Barbara paused and said: âYes.'
On the way into Geneva they spoke very little. Barbara said she'd brought three suitcases because he'd made it sound like a long vacation and Giles said that was fine and while he had to hang around at the conference why didn't she check out the tourist offices and plan an inti-nerary. She asked if he had any preference for the countries they were to visit and he said he'd leave it entirely up to her. It all sounded like the polite conversation of two people who did not know each other particularly well.
The American delegation had taken over an entire floor of the President Hotel and Giles had managed to get a lakeside suite. He had the porter leave her cases in the minute vestibule, avoiding the choice of a bedroom.
Barbara stood at the window of the sitting room and said: âIt's absolutely breathtaking.'
âI wanted everything to be just right.'
âIt is.'
âI'm going to be tied up while the conference is on but after that we'll have a month to ourselves.'
âThat'll be great.'
âThe restaurant here has got a pretty fantastic view, too. Or we could get room service, if you're tired after the flight.'
Barbara turned away from the window, looking towards the other rooms. She said: âI'm not particularly tired but room service sounds good.'
Giles offered her the card but she said: âWhy don't you order for me while I freshen up?'
She carried the smallest of the three cases into the bathroom, leaving the other two where they were. The meal had been delivered by the time she came out, wearing a lounging robe he couldn't remember seeing before: it was made of some filmy material and swept down to the floor.
Giles had the table set up in front of the window: unasked the hotel had provided a single rose in a stem glass.
âChampagne!' she said, seeing the ice bucket.
âFrench,' he said. âI didn't order much food; I didn't think you would be hungry, after eating on the plane.'
âI'm not.'
'I'm not either.'
Giles poured the wine and handed her the goblet and said: âI suppose there should be a toast?'
âI suppose so.'
âI can't think of anything that would sound right.'
âThis isn't proving easy, is it?'
âMaybe we're both trying too hard.'
âI thought that was what we had to do, try hard?'
âMe more than you,' he said.
âI want to say something,' she said. âGet something straight.'
âWhat?'
âSleeping apart was stupid: it didn't prove anything.'
âNo,' he agreed.
She looked away from him, out over the lake. She said: âI want to sleep with you tonight ⦠be in the same bed, I mean. But I don't want ⦠I just want you to hold me, that's all. You know â¦'
âI know,' he said again.