Our Kind Of Traitor Part 12

'Probably not, no' an unconvincing grin.

'Did Dima discuss your own personal involvement in these negotiations at all, should they transpire?' Hector inquired, after what seemed to Perry an endless delay.

'A bit.'

'In what terms a bit a bit?'

'He wanted me to be present for them.'

'Present why why?'

'To see fair play, apparently.'

'Whose fair play, for f.u.c.k's sake?'

'Well, yours I'm afraid,' said Perry, reluctantly. 'He wanted me to hold you people to your word. He has an aversion to apparatchiks, as you may have noticed. He wants to admire you because you're English gentlemen, but he doesn't trust you because you're apparatchiks.'

'Is that how you you feel?' peering at Perry with his oversized grey eyes. 'That we're apparatchiks?' feel?' peering at Perry with his oversized grey eyes. 'That we're apparatchiks?'

'Probably,' Perry conceded, yet again.

Hector turned to Luke, still seated strictly at his side. 'Luke, old boy, I rather think you have an appointment. We shouldn't keep you.'

'Of course,' said Luke and, with a brisk smile of farewell for Perry, obediently left the room.

The malt whisky was from the Isle of Skye. Hector poured two stiff shots and invited Perry to help himself to water.

'So,' he announced. 'Tough question time. Feel up to it?'

How could he not?

'We have a discrepancy. A king-sized one.'

'I'm not aware of any.'

'I am. It concerns what you have not not written to us in your alpha-plus essay, and what you have so far omitted from your otherwise flawless written to us in your alpha-plus essay, and what you have so far omitted from your otherwise flawless viva voce viva voce. Shall I spell it out, or will you?'

Noticeably ill at ease, Perry shrugged again. 'You do it.'

'Gladly. In both performances you have failed to report a key clause in Dima's terms and conditions as relayed to us in the package you ingeniously smuggled through Gatwick Airport in your shaving bag or, as we oldies prefer to call it, sponge bag. Dima insists insists not a not a bit bit, as you suggest, but as a breakpoint and Tamara insists insists, which I suspect is even more important, despite appearances that you, Perry, be present at all negotiations, and that the said negotiations be conducted in the English language for your benefit. Did he happen to mention that condition to you in the course of his meanderings?'

'Yes.'

'But you saw fit not to mention it to us.'

'Yes.'

'Was that by any chance because Dima and Tamara also stipulate the partic.i.p.ation not merely of Professor Makepiece Professor Makepiece but of a lady they are pleased to describe as but of a lady they are pleased to describe as Madam Gail Perkins Madam Gail Perkins?'

'No,' Perry said, his voice and jaw rigid.

'No? No what? No, you didn't unilaterally edit that condition out of your written and oral accounts?' No what? No, you didn't unilaterally edit that condition out of your written and oral accounts?'

Perry's response was so vehement and precise that it was apparent he had been preparing it for some time. But first he closed his eyes as if to consult his inner demons. 'I'll do it for Dima. I'll even do it for you people. But I'll do it alone or not at all.'

'While in the same rambling diatribe addressed to us,' Hector pursued, in a tone that took no account of the dramatic statement of which Perry had just delivered himself, 'Dima also also refers to a scheduled meeting in Paris this refers to a scheduled meeting in Paris this coming coming June. The 7th, to be precise. A meeting not with us despised apparatchiks at all, but with June. The 7th, to be precise. A meeting not with us despised apparatchiks at all, but with yourself yourself and and Gail Gail, which struck us as a bit peculiar. Can you account for that by any chance?'

Perry either couldn't or wouldn't. He was scowling into the half-darkness, one long hand cupped across his mouth as if to muzzle it.

'He appears to be proposing a tryst tryst,' Hector went on. 'Or more accurately, referring to one that he's he's already proposed and already proposed and you you have apparently agreed to. Where's it to be, one wonders? Under the Eiffel Tower at the stroke of midnight and bring a copy of yesterday's have apparently agreed to. Where's it to be, one wonders? Under the Eiffel Tower at the stroke of midnight and bring a copy of yesterday's Figaro Figaro?'

'No, it b.l.o.o.d.y well wasn't.'

'So where?'

With a muttered 'sod it, then' Perry dipped a hand into his jacket pocket, drew out a blue envelope, and slapped it gracelessly on to the oval table. It was unsealed. Picking it up, Hector meticulously drew back the flap with his skinny white fingertips, extracted two pieces of printed blue card, and unfolded them. Then a sheet of white paper, also folded.

'And these tickets are for where where exactly?' he inquired after a perplexed study that by any normal standards would long ago have given him his answer. exactly?' he inquired after a perplexed study that by any normal standards would long ago have given him his answer.

'Can't you read it? Men's Final of the French Open. Roland Garros, Paris.'

'And you came by them how?'

'I was settling our bill at the hotel. Gail was packing. Ambrose handed them to me.'

'Together with this nice note from Tamara?'

'Correct. Together with the nice note from Tamara. Well done.'

'Tamara's note was enclosed in the envelope with the tickets, I take it. Or was it separate?'

'Tamara's note was in a separate envelope, which was sealed, and which I have since destroyed,' Perry said, his voice clotting in anger. 'The two tickets to the Roland Garros Tennis Stadium were in an envelope that was un unsealed. That is the envelope you are holding in your hand now. I discarded the envelope containing Tamara's letter, and placed her letter inside inside it it with with the tickets.' the tickets.'

'Marvellous. May I read it?'

He did anyway: 'We invite you please to bring Gail for your companion. We shall be happy to reunite with you.'

'For G.o.d's sake,' Perry muttered.

'Please be available in Allee Marcel-Bernard of Roland Garros enclosure fifteen (15) minutes before commencement of match. There are many shops in this allee. Please pay particular attention to display of Adidas materials. It will appear big surprise to meet you. It will appear coincidence ordained by G.o.d. Please discuss this matter with your British officials. They will understand this situation.'Please also accept hospitality at special box of Arena company representative. It will be convenient if responsible person of secret authority of Great Britain will be in Paris at this period for very discreet discussion. Please enable this.'In G.o.d we love you,'Tamara.'

'Is this all of it?'

'All.'

'And you're distressed. Embittered. p.i.s.sed off at having to show your hand.'

'As a matter of fact, I'm pretty f.u.c.king furious,' Perry agreed.

'Well, before you explode completely, let me give you a bit of gratuitous background. It may be all you get.' He was leaning forward across the table, his grey, zealot's eyes gleaming with excitement. 'Dima has two vitally important signings coming up at which he will formally pa.s.s over his entire, extremely ingenious money-laundering system to younger hands: namely, the Prince and his retinue. The sums of money involved are astronomic. The first signing is in Paris on Monday June 8th, the day after your tennis party. The second and final signing we may say terminal takes place in Berne two days later on Wednesday June 10th. Once Dima has signed away his life's work ergo, post the Berne signing on June 10th he will be ripe for the same unfriendly treatment dealt out to his friend Misha: whacking, in other words. I mention this in parenthesis in order to make you aware of the depth of Dima's planning, the desperate straits he's in, and the accrued billions literally at stake. Until he's signed, he's immune. You can't shoot your milk-cow. Once he's signed, he's dead meat.'

'So why on earth go to Moscow for the funeral?' Perry objected, in a remote voice.

'Well, you and I wouldn't, would we now?' Hector agreed. 'But we're not vory vory, and vengeance exacts its price. So does survival. For as long as he hasn't signed, he's bulletproof. Can we go back to you you?'

'If you must.'

'We both must. You mentioned a moment ago that you were pretty f.u.c.king furious. Well, I think you've every right to be pretty f.u.c.king furious, and with yourself yourself, because at one level the level of normal social intercourse you are behaving, in admittedly difficult circ.u.mstances, like a chauvinistic a.r.s.ehole. No good bristling like that. Look at the hash you've made of it so far. Gail's not aboard, she's pining to be. I don't know what century you think you're living in, but she's as much ent.i.tled as you are to make her own decisions. Were you seriously seriously considering doing her out of a free ticket to the Men's Final of the French Open? Gail? your partner in tennis, as in life?' considering doing her out of a free ticket to the Men's Final of the French Open? Gail? your partner in tennis, as in life?'

His hand once more cupped over his mouth, Perry emitted a stifled groan.

'Quite so. Now for the other level: that of ab abnormal social discourse. My My level, level, Luke's Luke's level. level. Dima's Dima's. What you have realized, perfectly correctly, is that you and Gail have wandered by sheer accident into a richly planted minefield. And like any decent person of your stamp, your first instinct is to get Gail the h.e.l.l out of it, and keep her out of it. You have also worked out, unless I'm mistaken, that you personally, by listening to Dima's offer, by transmitting it to us, and by being appointed umpire or observer or whatever he wants to call it, are by vory vory law, by the reckoning of the people Dima is proposing to blow the whistle on, a legitimate case for the extreme sanction. Agreed?' law, by the reckoning of the people Dima is proposing to blow the whistle on, a legitimate case for the extreme sanction. Agreed?'

Agreed.

'To what extent Gail is potential collateral damage is an open question. You've no doubt thought of that too.'

Perry had.

'So let's count up the big questions. Big question one: are you, Perry, morally ent.i.tled not not to acquaint Gail with the peril she's in? Answer in my view: to acquaint Gail with the peril she's in? Answer in my view: no no. Big question two: are you morally ent.i.tled to deny her the choice of coming aboard once she has been so acquainted, given that she has an emotional investment in the children of Dima's household, not to mention her feelings for yourself? Answer in my view: again no no, but we can argue about that later. And three three, which is a bit toe-curling but we do have to ask: are you, Perry, is she, Gail, are you as a couple, attracted to the idea of doing something f.u.c.king f.u.c.king dangerous for your country, for virtually no reward except what is loosely called the honour of it, on the clear understanding that if you ever bubble about it, even to your nearest and dearest, we'll hound you to the ends of the earth?' He allowed a pause for Perry to speak, but Perry didn't, so he went on: dangerous for your country, for virtually no reward except what is loosely called the honour of it, on the clear understanding that if you ever bubble about it, even to your nearest and dearest, we'll hound you to the ends of the earth?' He allowed a pause for Perry to speak, but Perry didn't, so he went on: 'You're on record as believing that our green and pleasant land is in dire need of saving from itself. I happen to share that opinion. I've studied the disease, I've lived in the swamp. It is my informed conclusion that we are suffering, as an ex-great nation, from top-down corporate rot. And that's not just the judgement of an ailing old fart. A lot of people in my Service make a profession of not seeing things in black and white. Do not confuse me with them. I'm a late-onset, red-toothed radical with b.a.l.l.s. Still with me?'

A reluctant nod.

'Dima is holding out to you, as I am, an opportunity to do do something instead of bleating about it. You in return are straining at the leash while pretending to do no such thing, a posture I consider fundamentally dishonest. So my strong recommendation is: call Gail something instead of bleating about it. You in return are straining at the leash while pretending to do no such thing, a posture I consider fundamentally dishonest. So my strong recommendation is: call Gail now now, put her out of her misery, and when you get back to Primrose Hill fill her in on every detail, however slight, that you have so far kept from her. Then bring her back here at nine o'clock tomorrow morning. This This morning, come to think of it. Ollie will collect you. You then sign an even more draconian and illiterate doc.u.ment than the one you both signed today, and we'll tell you as much of the remainder of the story as we can without queering your pitch if you morning, come to think of it. Ollie will collect you. You then sign an even more draconian and illiterate doc.u.ment than the one you both signed today, and we'll tell you as much of the remainder of the story as we can without queering your pitch if you do do decide between you to take the trip to Paris and as little as we can get away with if you decide you won't. If Gail wishes to demur separately, that's her business, but I'll give you a hundred to nine she'll stay aboard to the bitter end.' decide between you to take the trip to Paris and as little as we can get away with if you decide you won't. If Gail wishes to demur separately, that's her business, but I'll give you a hundred to nine she'll stay aboard to the bitter end.'

Perry finally lifted his head.

'How?'

'How what?'

'Save England how how? From what? All right, from itself. What bit bit of itself?' of itself?'

Now it was Hector's turn to reflect. 'You'll just have to take our word for it.'

'Your Service's word?'

'For the time being, yes.'

'On the strength of what? Aren't you supposed to be the gentlemen who lie for the good of their country?'

'That's diplomats. We're not gentlemen.'

'So you lie to save your hides.'

'That's politicians. Different game entirely.'

8.

At midday of a sunny Sunday, ten hours after Perry Makepiece returned to Primrose Hill to make his peace with Gail, Luke Weaver renounced his place at the family lunch table his wife Eloise having cooked a plump free-range chicken and bread sauce specially, his son Ben having invited an Israeli school friend and with his apologies ringing in his ears, abandoned the red-bricked terrace house on Parliament Hill that he could ill afford, and set off for what he believed was the decisive meeting of his chequered Intelligence career.

His destination, as far as Eloise and Ben were allowed to know, was his Service's hideous riverside headquarters in Lambeth, dubbed by Eloise, who was of aristocratic French extraction, la Lubianka-sur-Tamise la Lubianka-sur-Tamise. In reality it was Bloomsbury, as it had been for the last three months. His chosen mode of transport, either in spite of the tension brewing in him or because of it, was neither tube nor bus, but shanks's pony, a habit he had acquired during his stints in Moscow where three hours of pavement-bas.h.i.+ng in all weathers were standard fare if you were looking to clear a dead letter box or sidestep into an open doorway for a thirty-second breathless handover of cash and materials.

To reach Bloomsbury from Parliament Hill on foot, a walk for which Luke customarily allowed himself a good hour, it was his practice, so far as possible, to take a different route each day, the purpose being not to shake off notional pursuers, though the thought was seldom far from his head, but to savour the byways of a city he was keen to get to know again after years of service overseas.

And today, what with the suns.h.i.+ne and the need to clear his head for action, he had decided on a stroll through Regent's Park before swinging eastwards across town; and to that end had added an extra half-hour to his journey. His mood, shot through with antic.i.p.ation and excitement, was also one of dread. He had slept little if at all. He needed to steady the kaleidoscope. He needed ordinary, unsecret folk to look at, flowers, and the world outside.

'A wholehearted yes yes from him, and a wholehearted from him, and a wholehearted yes, d.a.m.n you yes, d.a.m.n you from her,' Hector had enthused over the encrypted phone. 'Billy Boy will hear us out at two this afternoon and the Lord is in His Heaven.' from her,' Hector had enthused over the encrypted phone. 'Billy Boy will hear us out at two this afternoon and the Lord is in His Heaven.'

Six months ago, when Luke was back on home leave after three years in Bogota, the Queen of Human Resources, disrespectfully known throughout the Service as the Human Queen, had informed him that he was headed for the shelf. He had expected no less. All the same, her message took him a few painful seconds to decode: 'The Service is surviving the recession with its usual proverbial resilience, Luke,' she a.s.sured him, in a tone so blithely optimistic that he could have been forgiven for thinking that, far from being thrown out on his ear, he was about to be offered a Regional Directors.h.i.+p. 'Our stock in Whitehall has frankly never been higher, I'm pleased to say, nor our job of recruitment easier. Eighty per cent of our latest intake of young hopefuls have got First Cla.s.s Honours degrees First Cla.s.s Honours degrees from decent universities and from decent universities and n.o.body n.o.body talks about Iraq any more. Some of them talks about Iraq any more. Some of them Double Double Firsts. Would you believe it?' Firsts. Would you believe it?'

Luke would believe it, but forbore from saying that he had acquitted himself pretty decently for twenty years on the strength of a modest Second.

The only real real problem these days, she explained, in the same determinedly upbeat tone, was that men of Luke's calibre and pay grade who had reached their problem these days, she explained, in the same determinedly upbeat tone, was that men of Luke's calibre and pay grade who had reached their natural watershed natural watershed were becoming harder and harder to place. And some just couldn't be placed at all, she lamented. But what was she to do tell her with a were becoming harder and harder to place. And some just couldn't be placed at all, she lamented. But what was she to do tell her with a young young Chief who liked his staff to have no Cold War baggage attached to them? It was just Chief who liked his staff to have no Cold War baggage attached to them? It was just too too sad. sad.

So the very best best she could manage, she was afraid, Luke, she could manage, she was afraid, Luke, superb superb as he'd been in Bogota, and terribly brave and incidentally the way he conducted his private life was as he'd been in Bogota, and terribly brave and incidentally the way he conducted his private life was nothing whatever to do with her nothing whatever to do with her, provided it didn't affect his work, which patently it hadn't hadn't all spoken in a gabble between brackets would be a temporary vacancy in Administration until the present inc.u.mbent returned from her maternity leave. all spoken in a gabble between brackets would be a temporary vacancy in Administration until the present inc.u.mbent returned from her maternity leave.

Meanwhile, it might be a good idea for him to have a chat with the Service's Resettlement people to see what they had to offer in the big world: which, contrary to all the nonsense he might have read in his newspaper, wasn't all doom and gloom by any means. The terror thing, and and the threat of civil unrest, were doing the threat of civil unrest, were doing wonders wonders for the private-security sector. Some of her very best ex-officers were earning twice as much as they'd earned in the Service, and loving it. With a field record like his and his private life settled, which by all accounts it was, although it was nothing to do with her she had no doubt at all that Luke would be a hugely desirable a.s.set to his next employer. for the private-security sector. Some of her very best ex-officers were earning twice as much as they'd earned in the Service, and loving it. With a field record like his and his private life settled, which by all accounts it was, although it was nothing to do with her she had no doubt at all that Luke would be a hugely desirable a.s.set to his next employer.

'And you're not in need of post-traumatic counselling or one of those those things?' she asked solicitously, as he was leaving. things?' she asked solicitously, as he was leaving.

Not from you, thank you, thought Luke. And my private life isn't settled.

The Administration Section had its dismal being on the ground floor, and Luke's desk was as near to the street as you could get without actually being thrown into it. After three years in the kidnap capital of the world, he did not take easily to such matters as mileage allowance for home-based junior staff, but tried his best. His surprise had been all the greater therefore when a month into his sentence he lifted the phone that hardly ever rang to hear himself being summoned by Hector Meredith to lunch with him forthwith at his famously dowdy London club.

'Today, Hector? Christ.'

'Come early and don't tell a f.u.c.king soul. Say it's the time of the month or something.'

'What's early?'

'Eleven.'

'Eleven? Lunch? Lunch?'

'Aren't you hungry?'