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Montclair shrugged. «Not too good. Expenditure has gone down a bit. Since the Argoud affair all the heroes of the CNR have gone to ground in cheap hotels. They seem to have lost their taste for the five-star palaces and the television interviews. On the other hand its is down to a trickle. As you said there must be some action or we shall be finished for lack of funds. One ca
Rodin nodded grimly. «I thought so. We have to raise some money from somewhere. On the other hand there would be no point getting into that kind of action until we know how much we shall need.»
«Which presumes,» cut in Casson smoothly, «that the next step is to contact the Englishman and ask him if he will do the job and for how much.»
«Yes, well, are we all agreed on that?»
Rodin glanced at both men in turn. Both nodded. Rodin glanced at his watch. «It is now just after one o'clock. I have an agent in London whom I must telephone now and ask him to contact this man to ask him to come. If he is prepared to fly to Vie
'You were pretty certain, weren't you?» asked Casson, piqued at being predicted in this ma
Rodin shrugged. «It has been a long process getting this information. The less time wasted from now on the better. If we are going to go ahead, let us now move fast.»
He rose and the other two got up with him. Rodin called Viktor and told him to go down to the hall to collect the keys for rooms 65 and 66, and to bring them back up. While waiting he told Montclair and Casson, 'I have to telephone from the main post office. I shall take Viktor with me. While I am gone would you both stay together in one room with the door locked. My signal will be three knocks, a pause, then two more.»
The sign was the familiar three-plus-two that made up the rhythm of the words «Algerie Frangaise' that Paris motorists had hooted on their car horns in previous years to express their disapproval of Gaullist policy.
'By the way,» continued Rodin, 'do either of you have a gun? Both men shook their heads. Rodin went to the escritoire and took out a chunky MAB 9mm that he kept for his private use. He checked the magazine, snapped it back, and charged the breech. He held it out towards Montclair. «You know this flingue?» Montclair nodded. «Well enough,» he said, and took it.
Viktor returned and escorted the pair of them to Montclair 's room. When he returned Rodin was buttoning his overcoat.
«Come, Corporal, we have work to do.»
The BEA Vanguard from London to Vie
By his side the young Frenchman from the French Tourist Office in Piccadilly glanced at him nervously. Since the telephone call during the lunch-hour he had been in a state of nerves. Nearly a year ago on leave in Paris he had offered to put himself at the disposal of the OAS but since then had been told simply to stay at his desk in Win. A letter or telephone call addressed to him in his rightful name but begi
The operator had told him there was a person-to-person call for him from Vie
Pleading a bout of migraine after his lunch-hour, he had gone to the flat off South Audley Street and given the message to the Englishman who answered the door. The latter had evinced no surprise that he should be asked to fly to Vie
Since then they had hardly exchanged a word. The Englishman had not asked where they were going in Vie
At the Information desk in the main hall he gave his name to the pretty Austrian girl, who searched in a rack of pigeon-holes behind her, then passed him a small buff message form. It said simply: «Ring 61.44.03, ask for Schulz.»
He turned and headed towards the bank of public phones along the back of the main hall. The Englishman tapped him on the shoulder and pointed at the booth marked Wechsel.
«You'll need some coins,» he said in fluent French. «Not even the Austrians are that generous.»
The Frenchman blushed and strode towards the money-change counter, while the Englishman sat himself comfortably in the corner of one of the upholstered settees against the wall and lit another king size English filter. In a minute his guide was back with several Austrian bank notes and a handful of coins. The Frenchman went to the telephones, found an empty booth and dialled. At the other end Herr Schulz gave him clipped and precise instructions. It took only a few seconds, then the phone went dead. The young Frenchman came back to the settee and the blond looked up at him.
«On y va? he asked.
«On y va.»
As he turned to leave the Frenchman screwed up the message form with the telephone number and dropped it on the floor. The Englishman picked it up, opened it out and held it to the flame of his lighter. It blazed for an instant and disappeared in black crumbs beneath the elegant suede boot. They walked in silence out of the building and hailed a taxi.
The centre of the city was ablaze with lights and choked with cars so it was not until forty minutes later that the taxi arrived at the Pension Kleist.
«This is where we part. I was told to bring you here, but to take the taxi somewhere else. You are to go straight up to room 64. You are expected.»
The Englishman nodded and got out of the car. The driver turned enquiringly to the Frenchman. «Drive on,» he said, and the taxi disappeared down the street. The Englishman glanced up at the old Gothic writing of the street name-plate, then the square Roman capitals above the door of the Pension Kleist. Finally he threw away his cigarette half smoked, and entered.
The clerk on duty had his back turned but the door creaked. Without giving any sign of approaching the desk the Englishman walked towards the stairs. The clerk was about to ask what he wanted, when the visitor glanced in his direction, nodded casually as to any other menial, and said firmly «Guten Abend! «Guten Abend, Mein Herr,» replied the clerk automatically and by the time he had finished the blond man was gone, taking the stairs two at a time without seeming to hurry. At the top he paused and glanced down the only corridor available. At the far end was room 68. He counted back down the corridor to what must be AA although the figures were out of sight.