Free Charlie M by Brian Freemantle Page B

walked.’
    The girl went silent, expecting an angry reaction. Instead she detected him laughing and smiled, too. Charlie was such an unpredictable man, she thought, fondly. She would take him to Jennifer’s 21st.
    â€˜I did miss you, Charlie.’
    â€˜Yes,’ he said, distantly, his mind on other things.
    â€˜Charlie.’
    â€˜What?’
    â€˜Make love to me again … the way I like it …’
    The trouble with her preference, thought Charlie, pushing the sheet away, was that he always got cramp in his legs.
    He sighed. And it was going to be a cold walk home, he thought. He’d been relying on those expenses: now he couldn’t afford a taxi.

(7)
    Hesitant and uncomfortable, like a couple selected by a computer dating service, the two Directors finally met at Cuthbertson’s club in St James’s Street, agreeing its security. Each had had detailed biographies prepared by their services on the other, and had memorised them. Purposely, phrases were introduced into the small talk, showing the preparation, each wanting the other to know that he was aware it wasn’t really a social occasion.
    He’d been right, decided Ruttgers, smiling across the lunch table at the man. Sir Henry Cuthbertson was lost outside the barrack square and the benefit of Queen’s Regulations.
    The Kalenin approach had been made at an American embassy function, recalled Cuthbertson, answering the smile. Their awareness and the consequent approach was hardly surprising. That the Director had come from Washington was unexpected, though. He’d impress Ruttgers, like he’d impressed the Prime Minister, three weeks earlier, determined the Briton.
    â€˜These Arbroath smokies are very good,’ complimented the American, boning the smoked fish. ‘It’s something we don’t have in America.’
    â€˜I’m very fond of your cherry-stone clams,’ countered Cuthbertson. Advantage Cuthbertson, he decided.
    â€˜I was very glad when the Secretary of State suggested I come to make your acquaintance.’
    The American lifted the Chablis at the end of the sentence.
    â€˜Cheers.’
    â€˜Cheers,’ accepted Cuthbertson. ‘Yes, liaison is very important.’
    â€˜Vitally important,’ said Ruttgers.
    Deuce, decided Cuthbertson, irritably.
    The waiter came to clear the plates, saving him.
    â€˜In every field,’ he generalised.
    â€˜But I’m interested in one particular aspect,’ pressed Ruttgers. ‘The immediate future plans of a certain General.’
    Cuthbertson stared around him, alarmed. He was going to lose the encounter, he thought, worriedly.
    The artificial reaction amused the American, who waited until the other man had come back to him. This was going to be comparatively easy, thought Ruttgers.
    â€˜We know all about it,’ exaggerated the C.I.A. chief. ‘We know you’re expecting further contact within a week or two.’
    It had been easy in the closed environment of Moscow to discover the impending arrival of the man named Snare. Already, the operative who had been Braley’s deputy in the Soviet capital had been ordered to keep the Briton under permanent observation once he arrived. They’d know immediately there was a move, Ruttgers hoped.
    â€˜I find it difficult to understand what you’re talking about,’ said Cuthbertson, stiffly. This wasn’t going at all like the Downing Street meeting. No one had pushed him then, just listened in polite attention.
    â€˜Come now, Sir Henry,’ protested Ruttgers, lightly, carefully lifting the mollusc from the top of his steak and kidney pudding and frowning at it.
    â€˜It’s an oyster,’ said the Briton helpfully. ‘You’re supposed to eat it with the pudding.’
    Ruttgers pushed it to the side of his plate.
    â€˜There is no other man in the world to whom I would dream of talking as directly as this,’ continued Ruttgers,