The room was a small, plainly furnished office, its walls painted a neutral shade of green. The young woman who sat at the desk writing busily was attractive in spite of her dark, heavy-rimmed library spectacles.
She glanced up sharply and Chavasse smiled. Surprise, surprise.
Jean Frazer removed her spectacles. You look like hell. How was Albania?
Tiresome, Chavasse said. Cold, wet, and with the benefits of universal brotherhood rather thinly spread on the ground. He sat on the edge of the desk and helped himself to a cigarette from a teak box. What brings you and the old man out here? The Albanian affair wasnt all that important.
We had a NATO intelligence meeting in Bonn. When we got word that you were safely out, the Chief decided to come to Rome to take your report on the spot.
Not good enough, Chavasse said. The old bastard wouldnt have another job lined up for me, would he? Because if he has, he can damn well think again.
Why not ask him? she said. Hes waiting for you now.
She nodded toward a green baize door. Chavasse looked at it for a moment, sighed heavily and crushed his cigarette into the ashtray.
THE INNER ROOM WAS HALF IN SHADOW the only light a shaded lamp on the desk. The man who stood at the window gazing out at the lights of Rome was of medium height, the face somehow ageless, a strange, brooding expression in the dark eyes.
Here we are again, Chavasse said softly.
The Chief turned, taking in everything about Chavasse in a single moment. He nodded. Glad to see you back in one piece, Paul. I hear things were pretty rough over there.
You could say that.
The older man moved to his chair and sat down. Tell me about it.
Albania? Chavasse shrugged. Were not going to do much there. No one can pretend the people have gained anything since the Communists took over at the end of the war, but theres no question of a counterrevolution even getting started. The sigurmi, the secret police, are everywhere. Id say they must be the most extensive in Europe.
You went in using that Italian Communist Party Friendship cover, didnt you?
It didnt do me much good. The Italians in the party accepted me all right, but the trouble started when we reached Tirana. The sigurmi assigned an agent to each one of us and they were real pros. Shaking them was difficult enough and the moment I did, they smelt a rat and put out a general call for me.
What about the Freedom Party? How extensive are they?
You can start using the past tense as of last week. When I arrived, they were down to two cells. One in Tirana, the capital, the other in Scutari. Both were still in contact with our Bureau operation here in Rome.
Did you manage to contact the leader, this man Luci?
Only just. The night we were to meet to really discuss things, he was mopped up by the sigurmi. Apparently, they were all over his place, waiting for me to show my hand.
And how did you manage to scrape out of that one?
The Scutari cell got a radio signal from Luci as the police were breaking in. They relayed it to Bureau headquarters here in Rome. Luckily for me they had a quick thinker on duty a girl called Francesca Minetti.
One of our best people at this end, the Chief said. Ill tell you about her one of these days.
My back way out of Albania was a motor launch called Buona Esperanza run by a man called Guilio Orsini. Hes quite a boy. Was one of the original torpedo merchants with the Italian navy during the war. His best touch was when he sank a couple of our destroyers in Alexandria harbor back in 41. Got out again in one piece, too. Hes a smuggler now. Runs across to Albania a lot. His grandmother came from there.
As I recall the original plan, he was to wait three nights running in a cove near Durres. Thats about thirty miles by road from Tirana, isnt it?
Chavasse nodded. When Francesca Minetti got the message from Scutari, she took a chance and put it through to Orsini on his boat. The madman left his crewman in charge, landed, stole a car in Durres and drove straight to Tirana. He caught me at my hotel as I was leaving for the meeting with Luci.
Getting back to the coast must have been quite a trick.
We did run into a little trouble. Had to do the last ten miles on foot through coastal salt marshes. Not good with the hounds on your heels, but Orsini knew what he was doing. Once we were on board the Buona Esperanza it was easy. The Albanians dont have much of a navy. Half a dozen minesweepers and a couple of sub-chasers. The Buona Esperanza has ten knots on any one of them.
It would seem that Orsini is due for a bonus on this one.
Thats putting it mildly.
The Chief nodded, opened the official file that contained Chavasses report and leafed through it. So were wasting our time in Albania?
Chavasse nodded. Im afraid so. You know the way things have been since the twentieth Party Congress in 1956, and now the Chinese are in there with both feet.
Anything to worry about?
Chavasse shook his head. The most backward European country Ive visited and the Chinese are too far from home to be able to do much about it.
What about this naval base the Russians were using at Valona before they pulled out? The word was that theyd built it into a sort of Red Gibraltar on the Adriatic.
Alb-Tourist took us on an official trip on our second day. Port is hardly the word for the place. Good natural shelter, but only used by fishing boats. Certainly no sign of submarine pens.
And Enver Hoxha you think hes still firmly in control?
And then some. We saw him at a military parade on the third day. He cuts an impressive figure, especially in uniform. Hes certainly the peoples hero at the moment. Heaven knows how long for.
The Chief closed the file with a quick gesture that somehow dismissed the whole affair, placing it firmly in the past.
Good work, Paul. At least we know where we stand. Another piece in the jigsaw. Youre due for some leave now, arent you?
Thats right, Chavasse said and waited.
The Chief got to his feet, walked to the window and looked out over the glittering city, down toward the Tiber. What would you like to do?
Spend a week or two at Matano, Chavasse said without hesitation. Thats a small fishing port near Bari. Theres a good beach and Guilio Orsini owns a place on the front called the Tabu. Hes promised me some diving. Im looking forward to it.
Im sure you are, the Chief said. Sounds marvelous.
Do I get it?
The old man looked out over the city, an abstracted frown on his face. Oh, yes, Paul, you can have your leave after youve done a little chore for me.
Chavasse groaned and the older man turned and came back to the desk. Dont worry, it wont take long, but youll have to leave tonight.
Is that necessary?
The old man nodded. Ive got transport laid on and youll need help. Preferably this chap Orsini from the sound of him. Well offer a good price.
Chavasse sighed, thinking of Francesca Minetti waiting on the terrace, of the good food and wine in the buffet room below. He sighed again and stubbed out his cigarette carefully.
What do I do?
The Chief pushed a file across. Enrico Noci, a double agent whos been working for us and the Albanians. I didnt mind at first, but now the Chinese have got to him.
Which isnt healthy.
They never are. Too damned earnest for my liking. Theres a boat waiting at Bari to take Noci over to Albania tomorrow night. All the details are in there.
Chavasse studied the picture, the heavy, fleshy face, the weak mouth. A man who was probably a failure at everything he had put his hand to, except perhaps women. He had the sort of tanned beach-boy good looks that some of them went for.
Do I bring him in?
What on earth for? The Chief shook his head. Get rid of him; a swimming accident, anything you like. Nothing messy.
Of course, Chavasse said calmly.
He glanced through the file again, memorizing the facts it contained, then pushed it across and stood up. Ill see you in London?
Of course, Chavasse said calmly.
He glanced through the file again, memorizing the facts it contained, then pushed it across and stood up. Ill see you in London?
The Chief nodded. In three weeks, Paul. Enjoy your holiday.
Dont I always?
The Chief pulled a file across, opened it and started to study the contents, and Chavasse crossed to the door and left quietly.
THREE
ENRICO NOCI LAY STARING THROUGH the darkness at the ceiling, smoking a cigarette. Beside him the woman slept, her thigh warm against his. Once, she stirred, turning into him in her sleep, but didnt awaken.
He reached for another cigarette and there was a slight distinctive rattle as something was pushed through the letter box in the outer hall. He slid from beneath the blankets, careful not to waken the woman, and padded across the tiled floor in his bare feet.
A large buff envelope lay on the mat at the front door. He took it into the kitchen, lit the gas under the coffeepot and opened the envelope quickly. Inside there was a smaller sealed envelope, the one he was to take with him, and a single typed sheet containing his movement orders. He memorized them, then burned it quickly at the stove.
He glanced at his watch. Just before midnight. Time for a hot bath and something to eat. He stretched lazily, a conscious pleasure seeping through him. The woman had really been quite something. Certainly a diverting way of spending his last evening.
HE WAS WALLOWING UP TO HIS CHIN IN HOT water, the small bathroom half full of steam when the door opened and she came in, yawning as she tied the belt of his silk dressing gown.
Come back to bed, caro, she said plaintively.
For the life of him he couldnt remember her name and he grinned. Another time, angel. I must get moving. Scrambled eggs and coffee like a good girl. Ive got to be out of here in twenty minutes.
When he left the bathroom ten minutes later, he was freshly shaved, his dark hair slicked back, and he wore an expensive hand-knitted sweater and slacks. She had laid a small table in the window and placed a plate of scrambled eggs in front of him as he sat down.
As he ate, he pulled back the curtain with one hand and looked down across the lights of Bari to the waterfront. The town was quiet and a slight rain drifted through the yellow street lamps in a silver spray.