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it.'
     
     
Devlin got up and they walked out to the terrace. Schellenberg said, 'We'll fly out to Berlin in the morning.'
     
     
'You will, General, not me.'
     
     
'But Mr Devlin - '
     
     
'You have to think of everything in this game, you know that. Look down there.' Over the w.all, Frear had come in and was talking to one of the waiters as he wiped down the outside tables. 'He's been keeping an eye on me, old Frear. He's seen me talking to the great Walter Schellenberg. I should think that would figure in one of his reports to London.'
     
     
'So what do you suggest?'
     
     
'You fly back to Berlin and get on with the preparations. There'll be plenty to do. Arrange the right papers for rne at the Legation, travelling money and so on and I'll come the low-risk way by rail. Lisbon to Madrid, then the Paris Express. Fix it up for me to fly from there if it suits or I could carry on by train.'
     
     
'It would take you two days at least.'
     
     
'As I say, you'll have things to do. Don't tell me the work won't be piling up.'
     
     
Schellenberg nodded. 'You're right. So, let's have a drink on it. To our English enterprise.'
     
     
'Holy Mother of God, not that, General. Someone used that phrase to me last time. They didn't realize that's how the Spanish Armada was described and look what happened to that lot.'
     
     
Then to ourselves, Mr Devlin,' Schellenberg said. 'I will drink to you and you will drink to me,' and they went back inside.
     
     
Munro sat at his desk in the Haston Place flat and
     
     
77 listened intently as Carter gave him the gist of his conversation with Vargas.
     
     
He nodded. 'Two pieces of the jigsaw, Jack. Schellenberg's interested in rescuing Steiner and where is Schellenberg right now? In Lisbon hobnobbing with Liam Devlin. Now, what conclusion does that lead you to?'
     
     
'That he wants to recruit Devlin to the cause, sir.'
     
     
'Of course. The perfect man.' Munro nodded. 'This could lead to interesting possibilities.'
     
     
'Such as?'
     
     
Munro shook his head. 'Just thinking out loud. Time to think of moving Steiner anyway. What would you suggest?'
     
     
'There's the London Cage in Kensington,' Carter said.
     
     
'Come off it, Jack. That's only used for processing transients, isn't it? Prisoners of war such as Luftwaffe aircrews.'
     
     
There's Cockfosters, sir, but that's just a cage, too, and the school opposite Wandsworth Prison. A number of German agents have been held there.' Munro wasn't impressed and Carter tried again. 'Of course there's Mytchett Place in Hampshire. They've turned that into a miniature fortress for Hess.'
     
     
'Who lives there in splendour so solitary that in June nineteen forty-one he jumped from a balcony and tried to kill himself. No, that's no good.' Munro went to the window and looked out. The rain had turned to sleet now. 'Time I spoke with friend Steiner, I think. We'll try and make it tomorrow.'
     
     
'Fine, sir. I'll arrange it.'
     
     
Munro turned. 'Devlin - there is a photo on file?'
     
     
'Passport photo, sir. When he was in Norfolk he had to fill in an alien's registration form. That's a must for Irish citizens and it requires a passport photo. Special Branch ran it down. It's not very good.'
     
     
'They never are, those things.' Munro suddenly smiled. 'I've got it, Jack. Where to hold Steiner. That place in Wapping. St Mary's Priory.'
     
     
'The- Little Sisters of Pity, sir? But that's a hospice for terminal cases.'
     
     
'They also look after chaps who've had breakdowns, don't they? Gallant RAF pilots who've cracked up?'
     
     
'Yes, sir.'
     
     
'And you're forgetting that Abwehr agent Baum in February. The one who got shot in the chest when Special Branch and MI 5 tried to pick him up in Bays-water. They nursed him at the Priory and interrogated him there. I've seen the reports. Ml5 don't use it regularly, I know that for a fact. It would be perfect. Built in the seventeenth century. They used to be an