One exception. If they’re surveying the field from cover it’s not so cosy: in any given street there can be a hundred windows and there’s nothing you can do about that except change the image radically or use a car and change that image too, as often as you can.

  Tonight there was no problem. The field was clear except for the man in the mackintosh and he was watching the checkin counters most of the time, enough of the time to note every single person who entered the immediate area.

  He hadn’t seen me.

  There weren’t many people at the Pan Am counter because it was still more than forty-five minutes to the checkin limit so I went over there and asked for a non-smoker and picked up the ticket and turned to my left and kept on going, using the end door of the main hall and crossing the road to the nearest car park. He kept approximately twenty yards behind.

  Then I stopped.

  There was a pool of shadow here, thrown by one of the trees in a dead area between two of the lamps. The wind Hew moisture against my face, and the heads of the tall palms glistened with it.

  He walked with a loping stride, leaning slightly forward ted looking at the ground, the mackintosh flapping and the wind ruffling the sandy fuzz of his hair.

  I waited in the shadow.

  A big one went up, tilting suddenly off the runway and doping into the Pacific night, the fluting of the jets changing to a high thin whine as its lights winked smaller and then vanished into the cloud base. The stench of its burnt gases came into the air.

  ‘I didn’t think you’d make it,’ tie said as he came up.

  I was checking behind him and to each side, in the distance. He was clean.

  Washington laid on a lot of transport for me,’ I said. . He was studying my face, the plain lenses of his glasses glinting as they caught reflections, hiding his eyes. I looked away but it wouldn’t do any good because Ferris is very sharp and he likes his executives to be in top form.

  ‘Someone been treading on you, Quiller?’

  ‘Oh for Christ’s sake, what would you expect? Egerton didn’t send me into a place like that to pick the bloody daisies.’

  He gave a short laugh.

  Ferris always gets my back up because you can’t ever put anything across him and he won’t let anything go.

  ‘Where did you come from?’ I asked him.

  ‘Bombay. What happened to Chepstow?’

  He was particularly quick tonight and I didn’t like it because Ferris is one of the really crack directors in the field and he doesn’t normally show his nerves.

  It made me think something had happened in London.

  ‘Single shot, medium range, international class marksman.’

  ‘Where were you?’

  ‘Having a cup of coffee with him.’

  He looked around him for a moment, his hands stuck into the pockets of his open mackintosh. He always wore that thing and he never buttoned it up: he’d been a schoolmaster once and I think this was his gown, really, in a different form.

  They take a pot at you too?’ he asked me.

  ‘No.’

  ‘They didn’t?’ He swung to look at me, his yellowish eyes now visible behind the lenses.

  I knew what he meant. He thought I looked like this because I’d had to get out from under a long gun and it had left my nerves all over the place and of course it was partly true: the long gun is one of the less funny toys they play with when they really want you off the perch-once you know it’s there, you can’t even walk down a street without knowing that every next second, every next step, you can lose the whole thing and send five thousand roses to Moira.

  ‘They rigged a bang,’ I told him.

  He wouldn’t pass it on: there wouldn’t be any sniggering in the Caff. In any case I knew I’d have to tell someone, some time, because Control does a lot of his planning by positive and negative feedback and even an unsuccessful attempt to wipe out the executive in the field is very negative feedback and he can correct the pattern and take more care.

  ‘What sort?’ asked Ferris.

  He meant what sort of bang.

  In his deadpan way he was showing a lot of surprise, so I knew he’d been in very close signals with Control because the executive normally reports an attempted wipe and London would have told Ferris about this one and obviously London hadn’t and he knew there was only one reason.

  I wished he weren’t being so particular tonight: I didn’t feel like it. I felt like getting some sleep because every time I started any kind of thought process that bloody wall came at me again.

  They rigged something for me behind the door of my room at the Royal Cambodian Hotel,’ I said carefully, because if I missed anything out he’d pounce and ask questions. ‘I didn’t know a lot about it once it’d gone off but there wasn’t any retrograde amnesia. In any given five-star Asian hotel the doors are usually teak and quite thick and the lock’s good quality, so you can normally count on something with a high-recoil slip-catch mechanism with a spear-type detonator and plenty of fudge, probably gelignite. For your information I walked into the bloody thing and now I’d like to start forgetting it if that’s all right with you.’

  He looked away.

  ‘Happens in the best of families.’ He paused two seconds. ‘Why didn’t you tell Control?’

  ‘Didn’t have the nerve.’

  He looked at me quickly and gave another short laugh.

  ‘The Egg wouldn’t have said anything, old boy. I know. If I could have relied on him to kick my arse I’d have told him. Listen, Ferris, are you going to be my director out here?’

  ‘Yes. Out somewhere, anyway.’

  ‘Well thank Christ for that. I haven’t had one since Istres. You heard about Istres?’

  ‘Yes.’

  ‘I thought you were on the Tokyo thing.’

  ‘They called me in.’

  I took a bit of time to think about that. The Tokyo thing was one of the major assignments for this year and Parkis was handling it and if they’d called a top director like Ferris off a mission that big it either meant this one was bigger or something had come unstuck.

  ‘What’s gone wrong,’ I asked him, ‘in London?’

  A pair of bright lights had come out of the cloud base towards the west and were lowering along the approach path, throwing fan-shaped beams through the haze. We stood watching them.

  ‘Nothing’s gone wrong,’ he said in a moment. ‘We’ve run out of objectives, that’s all.’

  He wasn’t looking at me. He was looking at the lights of the plane.

  The hot wind took on a chill and I didn’t say anything till I was ready. I doubt if Egerton has ever run a priority mission into the ground because he takes an immense amount of care in setting the thing up and picking the right operatives and getting the signals network phase-perfect before he hits the tit and gets it under way, but this time he’d picked up the executive while he was abroad on vacation and sent him in without a director and in the third phase he’d had to call in a top man like Ferris from another mission and set up an in-transit rendezvous that could easily have been missed because of conditions in Cambodia.

  To date he’d lost Harrison, Hunter, Chepstow, and every one of his objectives. All he’d got left were two men in a car park in Taiwan watching a China Airlines flight making its final approach to the runway, as if they’d got time on their hands.

  ‘It’s like that,’ I said, ‘is it?’

  ‘It’s like that,’ he said.

  ‘Should’ve hung on to Erich Stern, shouldn’t I?’

  He turned his head quickly, hearing the tone of my voice.

  ‘Don’t start that.’

  ‘Listen for Christ’s sake, why didn’t Control tell me I was the last bloody hope you’d got of making any -‘

  ‘Quiller, there’s no point in -‘

  ‘Lost every bloody objective right along the line and left me holed up in the wrong end of a war with signals breaking down and only that poor little bastard Chepstow to -‘

  ‘I’m not interested in -‘

  ‘Oh really?’

  But it stopped me.

  He knew how to stop me.

  The wind blew against our faces.

  The lights silvered the palm trees and the roofs of the hangars and then the landing-wheels hit and sent smoke out and hit again and the thing was down, vanishing behind the control tower with the thrust reversing and sending up muted thunder.

  ‘Sorry.’

  ‘Any time.’

  Sweat all over me. Because if Egerton had run a priority mission into the ground for the first time it had been my fault: the one single objective remaining under surveillance had been Erich Stern and I’d been warned the opposition was operating because of what they’d done to Chepstow and I’d been warned they were on to me next because the door didn’t look right or feel right or smell right and I’d been thrown out of commission for eighteen hours while Erich Stern had quietly got out of the area, taking his time.

  My fault.

  ‘We’ve all been up against it,’ Ferris said. He was watching the plane emerging from the far side of the tower. ‘You blew the phase over there but you could have had better directives and they could have told you the Phnom Penh objective was all they’d got left. It could have made all the difference. But we can’t do anything about that now.’ He went on talking, partly to steady me. ‘We didn’t think you could make this rendezvous with any certainty but we knew you’d have to get out of Cambodia with the Americans or risk being interned, so we called on Washington. I had to switch my flights - I was going Bombay-Hong Kong originally - because the USAF said they’d prefer to drop you in Taiwan.’ He turned to look at me. ‘You’ve realized by now that there’s a strong American connection.’

  The China Airlines plane swung into the parking bay and cut its engines, their soft whine dying away to silence.

  ‘Was the connection there from the beginning?’

  I didn’t think he’d tell me.

  He told me.

  ‘No. One of the objectives we lost was Satynovich Zade. Two days ago he was seen in New York.’

  ‘Where was he lost?’

  ‘Palestine.’

  ‘What happened to Brockley?’

  Ferris looked at his watch. ‘No one has heard from him. We ought to be going, you know.’

  We began walking out of the shadow.

  ‘What’s he down as,’ I asked him, ‘in the report?’

  ‘Brockley? Missing. What else can they put?’ He walked a little faster, and his mackintosh began flapping in the wind from the ocean. ‘He might have gone to ground, of course: there wouldn’t be much point in making signals once the objective was gone.’

  ‘How did London know?’

  ‘From his local director.’

  So I shut up.

  Harrison, Hunter, Chepstow, now Brockley.

  And it was Egerton running this one: a director who prided himself on bringing his ferrets back alive. No wonder he’d pulled Ferris out of Tokyo: he needed the best men he could get.

  We crossed the road and went through me main hall to the departure gate and I checked the environs at every yard because somewhere along the line mis appalling sequence of casualties had to stop. The people in Kobra hadn’t had to wipe out four men in a row: you can break out of a surveillance situation without doing that They’d been spelling out a message for us, that was all.

  Don’t get in our way.

  Ferris and I were standing a little apart from the other passengers but we kept our voices low.

  ‘What do you know,’ he asked me, ‘about Satynovich Zade?’

  ‘Only what I was given in Briefing. Undercover agent for Palestinian factions, once mixed up in the Fourth International, price on his head in Holland.’

  ‘Who briefed you?’

  ‘Macklin.’

  ‘Fair enough.’ He was studying me again. ‘Going to ask you something. Are you fit for operations?’

  I looked away.

  ‘Nobody looks their best,’ I said, ‘under these bloody lights.’

  He waited a bit and then said:

  ‘Well?’

  He really wanted to know. That was his job and he was good at it and he never let his people get away with anything.

  ‘I could do with some sleep,’ I said.

  He went on watching me.

  ‘1 may put you through a medical in Washington. I want you to-‘

  ‘Look, I bad a bit of concussion, that’s all. It’s a fourteenhour flight so I’ve got some sleep coining to me. Then I’ll be okay.’

  He looked away from me, watching the people getting into line by the ropes, lowering his voice until it was lost in (be background of the canned Chinese music.

  ‘I want you to know something. London thinks this operation has got out of hand. Control himself suggested giving m. to Sargent to run as a para-military number if the situation I look that sort of direction. Then the people upstairs decided it’s got to be done as a penetration exercise or not at all. Good logic?’

  ‘Yes.’

  Because we were still not in the open and jumping frontiers and the situation was too fluid for anything para-military:

  ere were no targets, no bridges to blow up, no airfields to knock out. We had to zero in on the Kobra rendezvous, penetrate it and take whatever terminal action London ordered.

  The Egg has a lot of faith in you,’ Ferris said softly. ‘If this is a penetration job he thinks you can do it. He didn’t want anyone else for this one-did he tell you that?’

  ‘He was civil enough to mention it, yes.’

  Ferris gave a wintry little smile.

  ‘I don’t know about his being civil. He’s just backing the only horse who’s got a hope in hell of coming in. The thing is, he’s rather relying on you to do that for him.’ He brought his eyes away from watching the line of passengers and looked at me steadily. ‘He’s had orders to stop the slaughter, you see. He thinks you can help him do that.’

  ‘By staying alive?’

  I thought of the door and the wall and the shock of flame and the murderous blast of its thunder as my body was spun away at the fringe of the explosion. .

  ‘I could try a bit harder,’ I said.

  The trauma was still there and the light was too bright for my eyes and I wanted to lie down and sleep and go on sleeping.

  That’s all we’re asking,’ Ferris said. The current situation a this: three of our people have got Satynovich Zade under surveillance in New York and they believe they can keep him in view till you reach there. Once you reach there and get Zade in your sights we’re calling the others off.’

  I like working solo and he knew that. And there was another reason: with three of them circulating in the immediate vicinity of the objective, someone was going to get killed. Again.

  ‘Does Control think, the Kobra rendezvous is going to happen in New York?’

  ‘He doesn’t know yet. We’ve got you lined up for a special interview in Washington first. Then he’ll know.’

  He was watching the departure gate again. The chief stewardess was there with her papers.

  This interview,’ I said. ‘Can you tell me a bit more about-‘

  ‘No.’

  Strict hush.

  Fair enough: he was here to direct me and he knew what was good for me and what wasn’t good for me and I could rely on that because I’d been local-directed by Ferris before and he was first-rate.

  I tried again.

  ‘Zade. Is he the last hope?’

  4Yes.’

  ‘No one’s trying to locate any of the objectives we’ve lost?’

  ‘No. It’s-‘ he stopped, giving a slight shrug. ‘It’s Zade we’re concentrating on now.’

  That wasn’t what he’d been going to say. He’d been going to say it was too dangerous. They were worried about the losses.

  The line of passengers began moving.

  ‘At this point,’ Ferris said, ‘Control has instructed me to say that if you’re not fit for operations, or if you feel the demands are too high, he would perfectly understand your coming in.’

  He pulled our tickets out of his mackintosh and checked them over.

  I knew it wasn’t a formality: he was waiting for a direct answer. I felt a bit annoyed about it but it wasn’t his fault.

  ‘I’ve told you, all I want is some sleep.’

  ‘I’m sure you do.’ He turned his head and watched me with his bland yellow eyes. ‘But there’s the other thing: the demands are rather high, and Egerton knows that.’

  ‘For Christ’s sake, I blew it in Cambodia didn’t I? So now I want to give him Kobra. The complete works, and on a plate.’

  ‘He doesn’t expect that’

  ‘No, but! do,’

  Chapter Nine: SIREN

  A series of soft thuds.

  I woke.

  The airframe was settling, and plastic creaked, ‘Was that the undercarriage?’

  ‘Yes,’ Ferris said.

  The sun was high in the windows opposite my berths los Angeles?’

  ‘Yes.’

  I checked my watch. 06:00 hours.

  Nine hours’ sleep.

  ‘What’s the local time?’

  ‘Fourteen hundred.’

  We bounced twice.

  ‘Do we change planes?’

  ‘Yes.’

  I went along to the lav.

  A roaring began outside and there was a lot of deceleration.

  ‘Have you altered your watch?’ Ferris asked when I went back.

  ‘Not yet’

  There’d be extensive jet lag to take up when we reached the east coast and I wanted to know my own metabolic time for a while in case there was a chance to adjust.

  ‘They’re having a bad day,’ Ferris said.

  ‘What?’

  I still had some buzzing in the ears, ‘Look at that lot.’

  The smog was mud-brown, hazing out the tops of the buildings, and we caught the Euston Station smell of it as we left the aircraft.

  ‘How long have we got?’

  ‘Ninety minutes.’