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Authors: Stella Rimington
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about her.’
‘It’s kind of you to say so,’ she said with a laugh. ‘But I’m not sure it’s true.’ She had a deep smoky voice. ‘But don’t let me interrupt,’ she continued.
‘Anything urgent?’ asked Blakey.
‘More annoying than urgent,’ she said. ‘I’ll catch you later.’ She looked at Fane appraisingly. ‘Nice to meet you,’ she said, and left the room.
‘You were saying?’ Blakey reminded him.
‘I was wondering how we could help you. I might ask the Athens Station if they have anyone on their books that we could put into your office there to do a bit of quiet investigation. We have a new Head of Station and I could ring him this afternoon. What do you think?’
‘I think it’s an excellent idea,’ Blakey said, looking relieved that Fane was willing to help.
‘I take it this man Berger can be trusted? An American, you say?’
‘I trust him absolutely. As I said, he’s the one who first pointed out that we might have a problem.’
‘Good. Tell him someone will be in touch. They can talk over a cover story.’
‘What should I do about the London end?’
Fane smiled benignly. ‘Why don’t we focus on Athens for now? I’d say that’s a much more likely source of any leak. But keep an eye out here; if anything strikes you, let me know and we’ll take it from there. What about your deputy – Katherine, was it? Is she in on the picture?’
‘No, not at present.’
‘I’d keep it that way,’ said Fane. ‘“Need to know” is always best in this sort of operation. We can widen the net later if we have to. There’s one other thing: when is your next big shipment going past the Horn?’
‘Berger and I discussed that. It’s not due for six weeks.’
‘I might suggest that we put someone on board, but I’ll discuss it with Athens Station. Tempting though it is, I’m not going to run this operation myself.’
‘You see it as worthwhile then?’ asked Blakey. ‘You don’t think I’m wasting your time.’
‘Oh, no, old chap,’ said Fane, standing up. ‘This could give us a much-needed lead into these pirate gangs.’ And that would be a great coup for the Service, he thought. It would also provide good bargaining chips to use with the allies.
He looked at his watch. ‘I’ve got a meeting back at Vauxhall. Let me ring you after I’ve talked things through with the Athens Head.’
The two men rose, and Blakey ushered Fane out through his own door into the corridor. As they headed towards the lift, Fane noticed that the door to the ante-room, where Blakey’s PA normally sat, was ajar, even though Blakey had closed it firmly when they’d first come through.
It was going to be difficult to keep anything secret in an environment where most work was done in an open-plan floor and people wandered in and out of offices without knocking. Of course, it only mattered if Blakey was right to think there was a link between UCSO and a group of pirates. It would have seemed improbable a week ago, but so would the presence of a British Pakistani in a pirate’s skiff.
Returning to Vauxhall Cross, Fane’s mind was pulling together the strands of information that all seemed connected to UCSO. He decided the next thing was to find out what Liz Carlyle had discovered in Paris.
As he walked into his outer office, his PA said, ‘Liz Carlyle rang. She’d like a word ASAP.’
Great minds think alike, thought Fane. He admired Liz Carlyle. Pity she didn’t reciprocate.
Chapter 11
Liz sat in her office in Thames House, gazing out through a steady drizzle at the river, mud-brown at low tide and sloshing against a litter-festooned strip of sand on the far bank. She thought of Paris, the warm sun as she had left Martin’s flat, the bistro in the square where they’d eaten supper at a pavement table under the plane trees. And Martin himself – when they’d said goodbye the following morning he hadn’t returned to the subject of her moving to Paris, but there’d been a
‘It’s kind of you to say so,’ she said with a laugh. ‘But I’m not sure it’s true.’ She had a deep smoky voice. ‘But don’t let me interrupt,’ she continued.
‘Anything urgent?’ asked Blakey.
‘More annoying than urgent,’ she said. ‘I’ll catch you later.’ She looked at Fane appraisingly. ‘Nice to meet you,’ she said, and left the room.
‘You were saying?’ Blakey reminded him.
‘I was wondering how we could help you. I might ask the Athens Station if they have anyone on their books that we could put into your office there to do a bit of quiet investigation. We have a new Head of Station and I could ring him this afternoon. What do you think?’
‘I think it’s an excellent idea,’ Blakey said, looking relieved that Fane was willing to help.
‘I take it this man Berger can be trusted? An American, you say?’
‘I trust him absolutely. As I said, he’s the one who first pointed out that we might have a problem.’
‘Good. Tell him someone will be in touch. They can talk over a cover story.’
‘What should I do about the London end?’
Fane smiled benignly. ‘Why don’t we focus on Athens for now? I’d say that’s a much more likely source of any leak. But keep an eye out here; if anything strikes you, let me know and we’ll take it from there. What about your deputy – Katherine, was it? Is she in on the picture?’
‘No, not at present.’
‘I’d keep it that way,’ said Fane. ‘“Need to know” is always best in this sort of operation. We can widen the net later if we have to. There’s one other thing: when is your next big shipment going past the Horn?’
‘Berger and I discussed that. It’s not due for six weeks.’
‘I might suggest that we put someone on board, but I’ll discuss it with Athens Station. Tempting though it is, I’m not going to run this operation myself.’
‘You see it as worthwhile then?’ asked Blakey. ‘You don’t think I’m wasting your time.’
‘Oh, no, old chap,’ said Fane, standing up. ‘This could give us a much-needed lead into these pirate gangs.’ And that would be a great coup for the Service, he thought. It would also provide good bargaining chips to use with the allies.
He looked at his watch. ‘I’ve got a meeting back at Vauxhall. Let me ring you after I’ve talked things through with the Athens Head.’
The two men rose, and Blakey ushered Fane out through his own door into the corridor. As they headed towards the lift, Fane noticed that the door to the ante-room, where Blakey’s PA normally sat, was ajar, even though Blakey had closed it firmly when they’d first come through.
It was going to be difficult to keep anything secret in an environment where most work was done in an open-plan floor and people wandered in and out of offices without knocking. Of course, it only mattered if Blakey was right to think there was a link between UCSO and a group of pirates. It would have seemed improbable a week ago, but so would the presence of a British Pakistani in a pirate’s skiff.
Returning to Vauxhall Cross, Fane’s mind was pulling together the strands of information that all seemed connected to UCSO. He decided the next thing was to find out what Liz Carlyle had discovered in Paris.
As he walked into his outer office, his PA said, ‘Liz Carlyle rang. She’d like a word ASAP.’
Great minds think alike, thought Fane. He admired Liz Carlyle. Pity she didn’t reciprocate.
Chapter 11
Liz sat in her office in Thames House, gazing out through a steady drizzle at the river, mud-brown at low tide and sloshing against a litter-festooned strip of sand on the far bank. She thought of Paris, the warm sun as she had left Martin’s flat, the bistro in the square where they’d eaten supper at a pavement table under the plane trees. And Martin himself – when they’d said goodbye the following morning he hadn’t returned to the subject of her moving to Paris, but there’d been a
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