smiling for no reason, moving around the room without direction, nerves too tight to permit him to sit down.
âEveryone agrees,â he announced, generally. He giggled, stupidly. The other three men pretended not to notice.
Since the disaster of the Berenkov debriefing, Cuthbertson had always waited for an independent judgment. With Kalenin, he had insisted on two assessments and then met with the Foreign Secretary before bringing it before the full cabinet. The Prime Minister had been incredibly flattering, remembered Cuthbertson. He felt warm and knew his blood pressure would be dangerously high.
âThis is going to be the sensation of the year ⦠any year,â insisted Cuthbertson, as if challenging a denial. He looked at the others in the office. Wilberforce probed his pipe. Snare and Harrison nodded agreement.
âKalenin didnât actually say anything about defection, did he?â queried Snare, selecting a bad moment.
Cuthbertson stared at the man as if he had emitted an offensive smell.
âGood Lord, man, of course not. But youâve read the Moscow reports from Colonel Wilcox. He used to be in my regiment ⦠know the manâs integrity as well as I know my own. There can be only one possible interpretation.â
âSo what happens now?â asked Harrison, pleased at the rebuff to Snare.
âHeâs given us our lead. Now weâve got to follow it.â
âHow?â said Snare, anxious to recover.
âThe Queenâs Birthday,â declared Cuthbertson, quickly, leaning back in his chair and smiling up at the ceiling.
Christ, it was better than soldiering, he thought.
âThereâs going to be a party at the Moscow embassy to celebrate it. And then thereâs the Leipzig Fair.â
Snare frowned, but stayed silent. He could easily understand how the General annoyed Charles Muffin, he thought.
âIf Kalenin turns up at either, weâll get our proof.â
âI donât quite see â¦â Wilberforce stumbled.
âBecause weâll be at both places, to speak to him,â enlarged the Director.
âAre you sure heâll go to Leipzig? Itâll be unusual attending a trade affair, surely?â questioned Harrison.
Irritably, Cuthbertson rummaged in the file, extracting the report from the trade counsellor at the Moscow embassy that had accompanied that of the military attaché.
â⦠âTrade is important between our two countriesââ, quoted the Director. â⦠âI personally hope to see it first hand at this yearâs convention ⦠Through trade, there will be peace, not war â¦ââ
He looked up, fixing Harrison, who shifted uncomfortably.
â⦠Whereâs the Easter trade delegation?â he demanded, needlessly. âLeipzig, of course.â
âWill we be able to get visas in time?â smirked Snare.
âThereâs a vacancy on the embassy establishment in Moscow,â said Cuthbertson, airily. âItâll be easy to get you accredited.â
Colour began to suffuse Snareâs face.
âSo Iâm going to Moscow?â he clarified.
âOf course,â said Cuthbertson. âAnd Harrison to East Germany.â
He gazed at Snare. âWilcox is a good man ⦠heâll cooperate fully,â predicted the Director.
Neither operative looked enthusiastic.
âThis is going to stamp our control indelibly upon the service,â continued Cuthbertson. âWeâll be the envy of every country in the West ⦠theyâll come to us cap in hand for any crumbs we can spare â¦â
âIt wonât be easy,â said Harrison. It would be disastrous if he made a mistake, he thought. Fleetingly the vision of the burning Volkswagen and the body he had thought to be that of Charles Muffin flickered into his mind.
âOf course it wonât be easy. The Russians will do anything to prevent Kalenin from