there, watching the world with cynical detachment.
Wyman had befriended Schofield when working as the Section V (Counter-Intelligence) officer at the MI6 Rome station. Unlike most of his colleagues, Wyman was a true cosmopolitan, and this had earned him Schofieldâs respect. Wyman had quickly realized that Schofieldâs caustic, boozy front masked an active, penetrating intellect, and that the two of them had a great deal in common. They shared a mordant sense of humour, as well as a taste for good food, drink and intelligent company. Both men were skilled professionals, and both preferred to hide the fact. Furthermore, they had more in common than was generally supposed. Schofield had been involved in US intelligence during the last world war and he maintained acquaintances in the âCompanyâ, the CIA.
Wyman entered the Stampa and saw Schofieldâs sixteen-stone frame leaning against the bar. There was no one else there, apart from a long-suffering barman who was already catering for the Americanâs liquid requirements.
âHello, Frank,â Wyman said. âHow are you?â
âAbout five drinks under par,â said Schofield. âHow about you? Still pushing paper in Percy Street?â
âThatâs right. But not for much longer, Iâm afraid.â
âFired?â
âThe English call it redundancy. It amounts to the same thing.â
Schofield shook his head and emitted a low whistle.
âI heard theyâre economizing.â
âYes,â Wyman said. âIâve heard the same thing.â
Schofield grinned.
âDrink?â
âScotch please.â
The barman poured out the drink and gave it to Wyman.
âWere you prepared for it?â Schofield asked.
âI have to confess that I wasnât. Cheers.â
âStill,â Schofield observed, âI suppose you can go back to your university now.â
Wyman shook his head.
âNo I canât. The College is taking similar steps. Very soon I shall be entirely without work.â
âNobody likes an old-timer, Mike. What are you going to do?â
âGod knows. I havenât really had time to think about it. Something rather unexpected has cropped up in the Firm, and Iâm supposed to sort it out before I leave. Thatâs why Iâve come to see you.â
âI didnât think you came here to exchange pleasant reminiscences. What can I do for you?â
âIâd prefer to talk about it elsewhere, if thatâs all right.â
Schofieldâs eyebrows lifted inquiringly.
âOh, itâs like that, is it? Is there any money in this?â
âOnly my expense account.â
âThatâll do. I presume we can talk over a quiet meal, thanks to the munificence of the Firm?â
âI donât see why not. Itâs the least they can do, isnât it?â
âToo damn right,â Schofield growled. âI might be cheap, but I donât work for free.â
âThat,â Wyman observed, âshould be the motto on your coat of arms.â
Chapter Fourteen
W YMAN AND SCHOFIELD left the Stampa and walked down to the Via del Corso. The main streets were still full of people, so they turned off into a series of small lanes that led to the Piazza Navona.
âItâs much quieter nowadays, Mike,â Schofield said. âNo more big parties, crazy film stars, all that crap. Rome still makes for good stories, but I think itâs sobering up.â
Wyman gave a sly grin.
âAre you talking about Rome or Frank Schofield?â
âBoth, I guess. You know, I think Iâve become just another tourist attraction. People put me down on their itineraries, somewhere between Trajanâs Column and the Trevi Fountain. I get all these weirdos from the States coming up and telling me how theyâve heard all about me. Itâs very disconcerting.
âThe other day I got a visit from some girl who works at
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