Free The Bedbug by Peter Day Page A

Codenamed U35, his mission was to beguile and confuse.
Bond’s creator Ian Fleming and Klop Ustinov were contemporaries. Fleming masterminded subversion in Spain and Portugal for naval intelligence while Klop was intriguing with MI6 double agents in Lisbon during the Second World War.
Sir Dick White, the only man ever to be director of both MI5 and MI6, nurtured Klop’s career from its earliest days. He described him as his best and most ingenious operator. 1 The problem is to explain how, and why, he earned such an accolade.
Several other countries had better claim to his loyalty. Money and notoriety were not his motives. He was never rich, usually lived beyond his means, and would rather die than cash in on the many secrets he harboured. He left no memoirs. Yet to all appearances he was neither especially secret nor even discreet. His battlegroundswere the social salons of Europe; his disguise the showman’s talent to entertain and amuse; his most potent weapon the spellbinding art of the storyteller: all the qualities which shaped his more famous son Peter Ustinov as an actor, director and raconteur.
Klop’s friend and fellow MI6 officer Nicholas Elliott might have been thinking of him when he described the attributes needed to succeed:
They will be personalities in their own right; they will have humanity and a capacity for friendship; and they will have a sense of humour which will enable them to avoid the ridiculous mumbo-jumbo of over secrecy. 2
He explained that it was all about gaining other people’s confidence and occasionally persuading them to do things against their better judgment.
Peter Ustinov said of his father that he regarded life as a superficial exercise, an extent of thin ice to be skated on, for the execution of arabesques and figures of fun. Klop would have agreed with Cecil Rhodes that to be an Englishman meant that the first prize in the lottery of life had been won. Rhodes was a commanding figure of the British Empire. For Klop, the lottery of life had its origins in two other imperial dynasties – Russia and Ethiopia.

On a plateau 3,900ft above the Bechilo valley, the great brass cannon called Sebastopol gave out a roar that could be clearly heard two miles away. It was the most powerful weapon in the armoury of the Emperor Theodore, modelled on the Russian guns that faced the Charge of the Light Brigade at Balaclava.
The fearsome, unpredictable despot had conquered his rival tribes and ruled over all the fabulous lands of Abyssinia, better known now as Ethiopia. He was the latest embodiment of an uncertainlineage which traced its roots to the Biblical King Solomon and the Queen of Sheba. He had heard of that terrible slaughter in the Crimea and now believed that he, too, could strike fear in the red-coated soldiers of the British Army gathered on the plain before Magdala, his impregnable mountain fortress, towering 9,000ft above sea level.
In January 1868, 10,000 British and Indian soldiers and 30,000 support staff and hangers-on landed at Annesley Bay on the Red Sea. They were under the command of Lieutenant General Sir Robert Napier, veteran of the Sikh Wars, the Indian Mutiny, the North West Frontier and the second Anglo-Chinese War. He didn’t stint on equipment. There were forty-four Indian elephants, 2,538 horses and 16,022 mules to carry his men plus 300,000 tons of arms and supplies. They built their own railway and negotiated safe passage with the Emperor’s enemies.
The vanguard of fighting men made an extraordinary forced march across 400 miles of uncompromising terrain. They crossed the Bechilo valley, labouring up the side of the ravine through intense heat with insufficient water, and now stood implacably before Magdala, come to right a tiny wrong. Theodore had insulted Queen Victoria, whose dominions extended beyond his imagination.
He had previously hoped to be friends with Her Majesty and made diplomatic overtures. She had responded with a gift of silver embossed pistols.