Quiller KGB

Personal traits, it said in the dossier they'd given me in Clearance. He's prone to sinusitis in the winter, hates homosexuals, is allergic to cats, has a collection of Samurai swords from his stint in Tokyo. Fond of sushi, oysters, chocolates.

'I'll show you your room.' On our way out he stopped to give me another straight look. 'My department appreciates your instructions that Major-general Solsky was to be released, and so, of course, do I. That was a bold move.'

'It's the only way we can play.'

'I agree. But still a bold move.' He took us along the corridor, leading the way, energetic, rebuttoning his black jacket because in his haste he'd done it up the wrong way. 'You have the key?'

I gave it to him and he unlocked the door and pushed it open and stood aside. 'I hope you will be comfortable.'

Not really. It was a modern hotel and this was the third floor with a sheer drop to the street, no fire-escape, guttering, drainpipes, creeper, no ledges below the window, just a view of the Wall with its floodlit wire and watchtowers and gunposts — they wouldn't have that on the postcards they sold in the lobby.

Cone went straight over to the phone while I was looking round. 'Bi

Yasolev stood with his hands behind him for a moment, then went across to the bathroom and looked in, I suppose to see if the towels and things were there as they should be. Cone didn't introduce Bi

'I'm not sure of the shoes — you've got a narrow foot. Better try them. When you've got out of the clothes you're wearing, put them in that hag and I'll deal with them.'

There was a tray with some beer and glasses on it, but no opener. 'We're out of vodka,' I told Yasolev. 'What about a beer?'

'No. I have had enough vodka.' He gestured with the flat of his hand up to his neck. 'I was anxious, I might tell you. I might tell you, I was anxious.'

'You didn't think I'd come?'

'Not after what happened.'

To Scarsdale. 'It was a setback,' I said, 'that was all.'

'But quite a big one. I understand he was in possession of valuable information on Horst Volper.'

'So we'll now have to get it ourselves.'

Bi

'Then you have other leads?'

'No,' I said.

Nothing showed in Yasolev's eyes but he tilted his head an inch, and I was begi

'Not really. We've got to find a different way in.'

It was eerie. Yasolev was in effect my host, but we were having the guest room swept for bugs. He was a KGB officer but I was talking to him about the mission I was working, and he wasn't sitting on the other side of a two-hundred-watt lamp with its shade cut in half, forcing the information out of me. Pauling had warned me about this in Final Briefing. 'I'm sure you've considered it, but you'll find things a bit odd over there. This is the first time London has ever liaised with the KGB and you're the guinea-pig. But Yasolev's going to find it odd too. We're ru

The phone rang and Cone took it. Yasolev wasn't interested. He was watching me with his head still on one side, waiting for me to tell him how I was going to find access to Volper. There was only one way but I couldn't tell him that.

'Everything is very nice,' Cone said, and put the phone down. His German accent was a shade off, but I'd been briefed that his Russian was good enough to follow what Yasolev and I were saying.

"That's it,' Bi

'I insisted,' he told me. 'I insisted. We wish you to be comfortable here.'

'Civil of you.'

But no one was taken in, Bi

'Now I shall leave you to settle in. We'll talk when you gentlemen are ready. My room number is by the telephone.' He inclined his head and left us.

'He's nervous,' Cone said, 'but you don't need me to tell you that.'

'He's not the only one.'

'You'll be all right. You've got massive support.'

And the thing I couldn't tell him was that he was wrong. I would keep him as my director and go through the gestures but I was going to run Quickstep on my own. I'd never manage it with a horde of Bureau people and a horde of KGB agents tagging me through the streets wherever I went.

'A few numbers for you,' Cone said, and gave me a memo pad. 'Karl Bruger is the HUA captain who'll support your cover if needs be, and this is his office number. This one's the direct-line number of the military attache at the Soviet Embassy. You can call him if Yasolev isn't available and you need official assistance, urgent or otherwise. If the military attache isn't available this is the direct-line number of the Soviet ambassador. The code-intro in both cases is Liaison. And this one's the direct-line number of the cultural attache at the British Embassy, Dickie Pollock. He's been here for three years and he knows his way around, so he'll be your most useful contact. And here are some mugshots of Horst Volper.'

'When were they taken?'

'During the last two years.'

I put them away.

'All right,' Cone said, 'I'll let you try some of these clothes on. Let me know about the shoes especially. Might need to break into a trot here or there.' He said it deadpan. At the door he turned and levelled his squint at me and said, 'Yasolev's going to ask you how you'll be pla

'No.'

'Do you know?'

'Yes.'

He took his hand off the door-knob and came back into the room a little. 'Are you prepared to tell me?'

'You wouldn't like it.'

He watched me steadily. 'How much protection are you going to need?'

'None.'

'My job,' he said, in his dry monotone, 'is to get you through Quickstep with a whole skin. I'd rather you didn't make it difficult for me.'

'Look, it's out of our hands. Put it this way: they went for Scarsdale and they got him. They thought it'd warn me off, but it didn't, so now they'll go for me. And that's the only access we've got, and I'm going to use it. Don't worry, they won't be long.'