Free Here Be Monsters by Anthony Price Page A

sidelong.
    ‘Why?’
    She knew that answer, anyway. ‘To make him run?’
    ‘To make him run. And, of course, he did run.’
    But that wasn’t strictly accurate. ‘But he was a D-Day veteran, Mr Latimer. How was that “running”?’
    ‘He didn’t attend the D-Day celebrations, Elizabeth.’
    ‘But—‘
    ‘He came back to Europe—for the first time since 1945.’ Latimer cut her off. ‘He wasn’t interested in D-Day.’
    ‘But he did go to the Pointe du Hoc, Mr Latimer.’
    ‘Yes. But you’d better talk to Major Turnbull about that.’ Latimer toyed with his box of chocolates. ‘It’s what he did before that which matters to us now. And why , even more than what .’
    It wasn’t difficult to read between those lines: if the CIA had been leaning on the poor devil, then they would have leaned all the way to France, with their usual enthusiasm.
    ‘Before he went to the Pointe du Hoc, Elizabeth, he visited Squadron Leader Thomas, at a place called St Servan, where Thomas lives now, in France. It is his retirement home.’ He pushed the Thornton’s box to one side. ‘So far as we are aware, that was the first time they’d met again since Parker deposited Thomas on the beach—Omaha Beach—on June 7th, 1944. And two days later he was dead. And I do not particularly like being told all that by their Head of Station in London, as a friendly piece of information. Because it rather suggests to me that they know their business better than we know ours.’
    Well, that at least accounted for the urgency, thought Elizabeth: they could hardly allow such ‘friendly’ intelligence to lie in the pending tray—not even David Audley could argue with that; and Latimer himself would be doubly sensitive about their efficiency in Colonel Butler’s absence, of course.
    But all that, and not least the American interest, made her own leading role even more odd. ‘So the CIA is helping us, then?’
    ‘No.’ He made another cathedral spire with his fingers. ‘They regard Squadron Leader Thomas as our affair now. Though we shall have to tell them the outcome, in the circumstances, naturally.’
    A knot of anxiety twisted inside her suddenly. The outcome was what was expected of her. ‘But if Squadron Leader Thomas is a traitor, Mr Latimer—‘
    ‘ Was , Miss Loftus,’ he interrupted her. ‘He’s retired now. He’s an old man sitting happily in the sun—happily and blamelessly.’
    That made it nastier. ‘But if he was a traitor, like Major Parker … ’
    ‘There won’t be any concrete evidence?’ He adjusted the angle of the spire slightly. ‘No, I don’t expect there will be. Or nothing we could ever hope to proceed with, anyway. But we shall be able to re-assess everything he’s done in a new light. If he was a traitor, that is.’ He closed his eyes for an instant. “The initial assessment must be largely subjective in the first place. And perhaps even in the last place.’
    ‘Unless he runs—like Major Parker.’ No wonder Audley hadn’t complained about her preferment! thought Elizabeth grimly. ‘Or falls over a convenient cliff.’
    ‘He hasn’t done either of those things yet.’ He seemed to catch a glimpse of her disenchantment. ‘We do have him under surveillance now, Elizabeth—however belatedly. Dale, from Paris, is superintending it. And Dr Audley has the details for you. And Major Turnbull has other information for you, as I said.’
    ‘Oh yes?’ He had been going about things in a curiously back-handed way, she thought irritably: while she had been researching an obscure episode of the Second World War, other people had been doing real work. ‘So … why have I been doing what I’ve been doing?’
    ‘My dear Miss Loftus—Elizabeth!’ He opened the cathedral roof. ‘All that was mere spade-work, what others have been doing. There was no need for you to be burdened with it. And I wanted you here, to hear what I have told you, without any pre-conditions.’
    He hadn’t wanted