12

The manner of the Generals greeting was that of a man ruefully amused at the antics of a rather troublesome child.

Good evening, Mr. Marlow.

Good evening, General. You wanted to see me?

Yes, I did. But this-he waved his hand expressively at our surroundings and broke off-I hope your taste for the melodramatic is satisfied?

I do not like melodrama any more than you do, General, I retorted. I was anxious only to be discreet.

In the reflected light from the lamp on the instrument board I saw his thick lips twist humorously.

A very desirable anxiety, Mr. Marlow. You must forgive me if I find the result a trifle exaggerated.

You wanted to see me? I repeated.

Yes. But he was evidently determined to take his time. I understand that you secured the Commendatores contract.

I did. I trust that you were satisfied with my efforts to return the compliment?

Quite. He hesitated. But it was on that subject that I wanted to speak to you.

Yes?

He peered inside the car.

Ah, leather seats! I think that my car is a little more comfortable than yours. Supposing we go and sit in it.

I find this one quite comfortable.

He sighed. I dont seem to sense that atmosphere of mutual confidence and respect that I am most anxious should surround our relations, Mr. Marlow. However-he opened the door-I hope that you will not mind if I get in and sit beside you. The night air in the country is cold and my chest is delicate. He coughed gently to emphasise the point.

By all means, get in.

Thank you. He got in, shut the door and sniffed the air. A cigar, Mr. Marlow, and a very bad one. Really, I cannot congratulate you on your choice of tobacco.

Inwardly I twitched with annoyance. The smell of the atrocious weed Zaleshoff had smoked on the way back from Como still clung to the upholstery. I muttered an apology.

I have some English cigarettes, if you would prefer one.

I would. Thank you. He took one, lit it at the match I held out to him and inhaled deeply. He blew the smoke out slowly and gently. I waited in silence.

Mr. Marlow, he said suddenly, something a little unfortunate has happened.

Indeed?

Yes. Something that, quite frankly, I feel almost ashamed to tell you.

Oh?

His manner became that of a man who had decided on a policy of complete candour. I will put all my cards on the table, Mr. Marlow. You may remember that when we originally discussed this arrangement at my house, a figure of two thousand lire a month was mentioned.

Naturally I remember.

Subsequently, I mentioned another figure, three thousand lire a month, which was the figure finally agreed upon.

I uttered a non-committal Yes. I was puzzled. This was nothing like any of the gambits I had anticipated.

He tapped my knee. What I did not tell you at the time, Mr. Marlow, was this. That it was entirely upon my own responsibility that I increased the figure from two to three thousand lire.

I said, I see. But I didnt see. I was extremely confused. I began to wonder if Zaleshoff had perhaps made a mistake or taken too much for granted in supposing that Vagas object in seeking this meeting was blackmail. After a pause, he went on.

You will understand my feelings in the matter, Mr. Marlow. I was anxious to secure your collaboration. It seemed to me that, in acting as I did, I was representing my countrys interests to the best of my ability. There was the reproachful tone of the upright man unjustly accused in his voice as he continued. Judge then of my chagrin, Mr. Marlow, I might almost say of my disgust-he lingered over the word-when I was advised several days ago that my principals in Belgrade could not agree to the arrangement I had made.

Yes, of course. Now, I thought that I understood. Zaleshoff had been wrong. This was nothing more nor less than an attempt to go back on a bargain.

He sighed heavily. I dont think I need tell you, Mr. Marlow, that I was annoyed. I got into touch immediately with Belgrade and protested vigorously. I put it to them as an affair of honour. But to no purpose. They were adamant. He became confidential. Between ourselves, Mr. Marlow, I have very little patience with these permanent officials who sit in Government offices. They are invariably intransigent, narrow in outlook and absurdly parsimonious. I am only a simple soldier, a simple soldier anxious to do his duty as he sees it, but I can assure you, Mr. Marlow, that there are times when I feel my loyalty sorely tried.

His voice was vibrant with insincerity. The air of manly protest was vitiated somewhat by the wafts of Chypre liberated from his person by the emphatic movements of his arms. He seemed to be expecting me to make some comment, but I waited in grim silence.

Mr. Marlow, he continued heavily, I have been instructed by my principals in Belgrade to make certain proposals to you. Needless to say, I disagree entirely with the spirit of them. But you will realise that I have to obey orders. The proposals concern the arrangement whereby you are employed as an agent of the Yugo-Slav Government.

I jumped. The phrase was a new one. Employed as an agent of the Yugo-Slav Government. Substitute German for Yugo-Slav and you had the situation in a nutshell. I didnt like the sound of it a bit. And from his silence, I gathered that he was allowing the phrase to sink in.

I suppose, I said coldly, that you wish me to agree to accepting a revision of the terms of our arrangement on the basis of the figure originally mentioned. I shrugged. Well, if you wish to go back on the bargain, there is, I suppose, nothing I can do about it. But I must say that I cannot see how you can expect me under the circumstances to feel this mutual confidence on which you place so much emphasis. That, General, is all I have to say. If you wish me to do so, I will return three thousand lire out of the five thousand you gave me. Or I can regard it as payment in advance.

I was feeling relieved, but I was also feeling slightly disappointed. Zaleshoff had obviously placed far too much faith in his own deductions. The fact that Vagas had adopted one set of tactics as far as Ferning had been concerned was no guarantee that he would adopt the same tactics with me. Perhaps, I flattered myself, he had judged me to be a little too strong-minded. Well, in any case, the sooner this interview was over and I could get to bed, the better. But I was to receive an unpleasant shock.

The General coughed. I am afraid, Mr. Marlow, he said gently, that the situation is not quite as simple as that. Inflexible they may be, but I can assure you that my principals are not in the habit of going back on a bargain, a financial arrangement, even though they cannot altogether agree to the terms of it. No, their proposals are of a different nature.

I dont see

One moment, Mr. Marlow! The same peremptory, military quality that I had remarked before had crept into his voice again. As a salaried agent of my Government, you are naturally bound, as I am, to take and obey instructions. The proposal is that, as you are receiving a salary in excess of that specified for the work you are doing, you should regularise the position by carrying out certain additional duties.

That was not part of the bargain, I snapped.

A bargain is a bargain, Mr. Marlow, only as long as it is useful to both parties to it.

This was German Real Politik with a vengeance.

What do you mean by additional duties? I demanded.

Your business, he said coldly, takes you into a number of important Italian heavy engineering works. You are required to incorporate in your future reports not only details of Spartacus activities but also details of the activities of the factories you visit. It will not be difficult. You have probably a retentive memory and you are a trained engineer. We wish to know principally what is being made and its destination. Any other particulars that your intelligence tells you are relevant will also be welcomed. Information you can pick up in conversation with works managers and technicians will be particularly valuable. You should have no difficulty in fulfilling our requirements. That is all.

For a moment I said nothing. I felt that I had nothing to say. I stared ahead. Two cars roared down the autostrada towards and past us. The sound of their engines died away. I wondered if their occupants had noticed us. But what was there to notice about two men sitting smoking in a car drawn up by the side of the road? Nothing. I felt that there ought to be something, some external evidence of the fantastic nature of what was being said within. When at last I spoke it was to utter one of the feeblest remarks of which I have ever been guilty.

But that, I said, would make me a spy.

His reply was delivered in tones of infinite contempt.

My dear Mr. Marlow, he said deliberately, you already are a spy. He paused. Then: I shall expect your first report within the next two weeks.

He made as if to get out of the car. Suddenly, I came to my senses. My anger was very nearly genuine.

Are you mad, General?

With his hand on the door latch, he looked round. I would remind you that you are addressing a superior, Mr. Marlow!

Superior be damned! I snarled. As you were good enough to remind me just now, signor Vagas, a bargain is a bargain only as long as it is useful to both parties to it. Excellent! What I am going to do, signor Vagas, is to go straight back to my hotel now, put your five thousand lire in an envelope and post it back to you to-night. As for your precious report, you can ask Mussolini for it. Youre just as likely to get it from him as you are from me. And you can tell your principals that they have my permission to take running jumps at themselves.

Im afraid youre being a little foolish, Mr. Marlow. His voice was as dangerous a sound as I have heard. It very nearly reduced me to silence, but not quite.

Foolish? I repeated ironically. Listen to me. If youre not out of this car in thirty seconds, youll go out on your neck.

He adjusted his monocle carefully. I think I ought to tell you, Mr. Marlow, that I have a revolver in my pocket which I shall not hesitate to use if necessary. I did my best to look slightly cowed. It was not difficult. When he went on his tone was conciliatory. Now listen to me for a moment, Mr. Marlow. I can, to a certain extent, appreciate your annoyance, but I can assure you that I am only carrying out my instructions.

I contrived to let this fiction appear to mollify me somewhat.

That may be. I cannot believe that you would for one moment imagine that I might agree to this-this preposterous suggestion.

It is not a suggestion, he returned quietly; it is an order. And then, as I opened my mouth to speak: Please listen to me before you say any more. You seem to think that the maintenance of friendly relations between us is no longer of personal interest to you. Allow me to correct that impression.

If you think that a few dirty lire

He held up his hand. Please! What I was about to say had nothing to do with your salary. But it is of interest to you to preserve this association. For one very good reason. My principals in Belgrade have intimated that they might see fit, should you prove obstinate in this matter, to send a letter to Mr. Pelcher in England with photostat copies of your enclosures to me of three weeks ago. I cannot help thinking that that would prove a little embarrassing for you.

I drew a deep breath. So thats it! Blackmail, eh!

Not at all, he returned easily, merely a reminder of the mutual confidence that must exist between business associates. There is no question of our asking anything more from you than you are able to give us without trouble or risk to yourself. In return, we keep our part of the bargain by paying you three thousand lire a month. It is all quite simple and reasonable.

I was silent for a moment. When at last I spoke it was with the obvious intention of salving what was left of my dignity.

Very well, I said, I see that I have no choice but to agree. But let me tell you this, General. If I did not believe that you were acting on instructions you had no part in, not even a revolver would prevent me expressing myself very forcibly.

He smiled; not, I thought, without a hint of triumph.

My dear fellow, we are all of us at the mercy of blockheads. We can only accept the inevitable with the best possible grace. There are no bad feelings between us, I hope.

Oh no. No bad feelings.

Then let us shake hands on it.

We shook hands. He opened the door and got out.

My wife asked me to give you her kind regards, Mr. Marlow.

Please thank her.

By all means. I shall look forward to your report within the next fifteen days. You understand, I think, what is required.

Yes, I understand.

Then, a rivederci.

Good night.

He went, leaving a faint odour of Chypre behind him. I watched him turn his car round and drive off in the direction of Milan. After a while, I followed him slowly. I ought, I know, to be feeling pleased with myself. But I was not: for, such are the frailties of human logic, I felt that, had my report to Vagas been genuine and had I had no ulterior motives whatever, my behaviour that evening would have been precisely the same.

Some ten minutes later I pulled up outside the caffe at which I had left Zaleshoff and Tamara.

The table before which they were sitting was littered with empty coffee cups. He watched me steadily as I walked towards them and sat down in the vacant chair. Then:

O.K.?

O.K., I said, but I think Id like a brandy with my coffee. Its been a tiring day.

The two plain-clothes men, looking tired and very cold, were sitting in the caffe opposite the Parigi when at last I got back. They had the self-contained air of men who have been quarrelling.

A fortnight later N. Marinetti posted his second report to J. L. Venezetti.

The part that referred to Spartacus, I had supplied. The rest was Zaleshoffs. It had taken him some time to compose. Most of it consisted of nondescript facts about the work in progress in the factories of three big customers. According to Zaleshoff, who supplied them, these facts had been known to every intelligence department in Europe for the past three months. They would, he declared, supply a stodgy but confidence-promoting background to the really important items. Just how he had come into possession of them I did not trouble to inquire. To do so would, I knew, have been a waste of time.

The important items were singularly unimpressive. There were two of them. One referred in the vaguest terms to three special hydraulic aircraft lifts and to the fact that they had been designed at the request of a municipal authority in the Trentino. The other was a bald statement to the effect that the same municipal authority had retained a well-known Italian civil engineer, named Bochini, as a consultant, and that this engineer was no longer working for the Italian Air Ministry. I had looked at the report a little despondently.

It looks pretty feeble to me, Zaleshoff.

He had chuckled. Dont you worry. Its dynamite. You see what happens when he gets it. Hell react all right.

Vagas did react. Two days after I had despatched the report I collected his letter from the poste restante. In addition to the three thousand lire there was a letter:

Dear Sir,

Your report received. I enclose 3,000 lire as arranged. There are two points mentioned in your report about which I should like further details as soon as possible. The points in question are those relating to the hydraulic lifts and to the retention of the engineer Bochini. The details I require are as follows:

1.What arrangements have been made for paying for these lifts? Is it the Italian Government who is paying? What form of credit facilities have been extended by the manufacturers? You might approach the subject by saying that you have heard on good authority that the municipality in question is in financial difficulties.

2.Who designed the lifts? On what date are they being delivered?

3.Has Bochini had anything to do with the order for the lifts?

I realise that to secure this information quickly you will have to re-visit Torino. Please do so as soon as you possibly can. I am prepared to pay a bonus of 5,000 lire over and above the present arrangement for this information.

Yours faithfully,

J. L. Venezetti.

Zaleshoff crowed when I showed it to him.

What did I tell you? he demanded triumphantly.

I dont understand it.

Its perfectly simple. For purposes of secrecy the Italian Air Ministry have issued their orders for the equipment for these three aerodromes through this municipality. Officially, the municipality will take delivery. Actually it will be the Air Ministry. This guy Bochini is their head man on the subject of underground aerodrome construction. Vagas got the idea immediately. I knew he would. But its too important a thing for him to make mistakes about. He wants confirmation.

But how am I going to get this information?

You neednt worry. Ive got it already. Well wait a couple of weeks before we deliver, just to make it look all right. Then well be sitting pretty.

Four days previously my spirits had been raised considerably by the discovery that I was no longer under surveillance, that the plain-clothes men had been withdrawn. Now, Zaleshoffs enthusiasm completed the cure. That night the three of us ate at a more expensive place than usual. I ordered a bottle of Asti Spumante. We drank to the confusion of Vagas, and Zaleshoff and I took it in turns to dance with Tamara. Looking back on that evening now, I can still recapture the feeling I had of sitting in the sun after a particularly unpleasant storm has passed. We were very gay. But now our gaiety seems more than a little pathetic. I have, these days, a mistrust of celebrations that amounts to a superstition. I can never quite forget the grim spectre of anti-climax that lurks in the ante-room.

The following day I replied to Vagas letter, assured him that I would do my best to obtain the information he wanted, and settled down to the work of the office.

Thanks chiefly to Umbertos efforts, the work had begun to assume more reasonable proportions. Bellinetti, I was almost relieved to find, was spending less and less time at his desk and more and more in the caffe. His manner towards me was jauntily cordial. I imagine that he thought that the new broom had worn down and that the dust was settling once again into the old corners. I did not bother to disillusion him. Things were going smoothly. Fitch, in one of his weekly memoranda, had made a jocular reference to the growing efficiency of the Milan office. I almost regretted my decision to resign at the end of the month-almost, but not quite.

That week I wrote to Claire and received a reply from her. I also wrote to Hallett asking him to let me know if he heard of a job going that might suit me. I was, I said with perfect truth, anxious to return to England. With memories of the envelope steaming episode, I asked him to address his reply care of Claire.

I paid my weekly ceremonial visits to the Consulate for news of my passport and to the Amministrazione to have my permit date-stamped. The officials at the Consulate were, as always, charming and sympathetic. The policeman on the door at the Amministrazione greeted me by name. We exchanged opinions on the subject of the weather. The evenings I spent at the cinema or with Zaleshoff and Tamara. When it was warm, which it was on most days now, we walked in the new Park. That Saturday I watched with Zaleshoff a highly acrimonious football match between a Milan team and a team from Verona. The latter won, and the referee was manhandled and seriously injured by the crowd. Three days later I went to Rome.

The summons from Rome I received late on the Tuesday afternoon. There had been a fire at the works of one of our customers just outside the city. The fire had spread from the stores to a machine shop containing a battery of S2 machines. The fire had been put out, but five of the machines had been damaged. The machines had been busy on a Government contract with a penalty clause not covered by insurance. I was wanted immediately to advise as to the speed with which the necessary spare parts could be obtained from England and the possibility of increasing the output of the undamaged machines and to place a valuation on the damage done.

Bellinetti was, as usual, out of the office. I told Umberto where I was going, and went back to the Parigi. There, I packed a suitcase with the things I might require for a night in a hotel, snatched an early dinner and caught a night train to Rome.

I spent the following day amidst the ruins of the burnt-out shop. The damage was more extensive than I had anticipated, and the unhappy signatories of the contract with the penalty clause had lost their heads. Eventually, I sent a long telegram to Fitch, and was able to get one back from him with reassuring news concerning the delivery of the spare parts. The works manager kissed me on both cheeks. It was, however, very late when eventually I got away, and I was dog-tired. I decided to spend the night in Rome and travel back to Milan the following day.

It was towards half-past six the following evening when my train drew into the Centrale at Milan. It had been full for most of the way. Now it began to empty. The corridor was jammed with luggage and people. I was standing outside my compartment waiting impatiently for the way to clear when I saw Zaleshoff.

The platform was crowded with people meeting the train. He was standing on the outskirts of the crowd, scanning the alighting passengers anxiously. I leaned out of the window and waved. Then he saw me.

He made no effort to wave back. I saw him glance quickly up and down the platform and then edge his way through the crowd towards the window through which I was leaning. A second or two later he was standing below me. I was about to ask him who he had been waiting to meet when he looked up. Something in his face alarmed me.

Whats the matter?

Get back into your compartment and stay there.

There was extraordinary urgency in his voice. His eyes had dropped. He was looking down the platform.

What the?

Do as I tell you.

But this train goes on to Venice.

That doesnt matter a damn. Get back inside and keep out of sight. Open your suitcase and be looking inside it. Im coming aboard in a minute. Ill join you when weve left the station.

He had not raised his voice, but his tone was so vehement that I obeyed him. Utterly bewildered, I returned to the compartment and opened my suitcase. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him, a moment or two later, plant his back against the glass door of the compartment. He remained there motionless until the train began to move. Then he took out his handkerchief and wiped his forehead. He did not turn round until the train had left the station. Then he slid the door open, stepped inside the compartment, shut the door behind him and pulled the blinds down.

Then he turned to me. He grinned.

Ive met every train from Rome to-day, he said. I think they were beginning to take an interest in me.

What on earth is this all about? I demanded.

Sit down and Ill tell you.

Whats happened?

He took out his cigarettes and sat down facing me.

The fats in the fire, he announced calmly.

What does that mean? I was worried and beginning to get irritated.

Yesterday afternoon, Vagas skipped it by air to Belgrade. He could only have got away by the skin of his teeth because your friend Commendatore Bernabo was arrested at seven oclock. They were waiting for him when he got home. And theres a warrant out for your arrest. About eight oclock last night they raided your offices. It was the Ovra all right, not the regular police. They went through the place with a fine comb. Theyve been at it all day to-day. Bellinettis been enjoying himself no end, I guess. The only trouble was that they didnt know where you were. But theyre watching all three stations. You wouldnt have got out of the Centrale without being arrested.

But whats it all about?

The actual charge is one of bribing Government officials. That means Bernabo, of course. But the real trouble is that theyve found out about your reports to Vagas.

I swallowed hard. I felt suddenly very, very frightened. But who

? I began.

He laughed shortly and not pleasantly.

Thats easy. The one person we didnt reckon on taking a hand-your girl friend, Madame Vagas.