Actually squeezing his eyes shut, he thought: dear God – or whoever it is who controls people’s destinies – let this be the way to defeat her.
Twenty-eight
Gower awoke within thirty minutes of his usual time, pleased at the apparent recovery from jetlag. As he made instant coffee, he planned his day: he’d climb Coal Hill to explore the drops there, revisit the Forbidden City to get the necessary places marked indelibly in his mind, and in the afternoon pick a route to take him past the Taoist temple where the routine to bring Jeremy Snow to the embassy had to begin.
Begin today? Gower sat with his elbows on the narrow kitchen table, both hands around his cup, considering his own question. It was still too soon. He hadn’t yet visited two of the three places with which he had to familiarize himself. And there was that much-repeated insistence from his last, unnamed teacher always to set up an escape route before ever thinking of beginning anything. At that moment he hadn’t started to consider how he and the priest were going to get out. But what was there to consider? There was only one conceivable way: by air. So there were air guides to be consulted, reservations to be made, routes to be chosen.
Ridiculous, then, to think of leaving a signal and filling a drop today. It would have to be spread over several days, at least. Certainly a week. Not a delay of nervous reluctance, Gower assured himself: anything but. It was a professionally required period in which to work properly to guarantee the demands imposed from London and from here. He needed that amount of time – might need more – to get an awkward priest to safety and remove any risk of exposure and political embarrassment. And to remove also, of course, the risk of harm to the priest.
Gower wished the self-doubt was not so readily there, always waiting on the sidelines of his mind, too swift to intrude itself into any uncertain thought.
He tried mundane activity to slough off the introspection, tidying the kitchen and making his own bed in advance of the room-boy’s attendance. He had just finished setting his snares when there was a peremptory rap on the door, startling him.
‘You were away from the embassy all day yesterday, apart from the time you spent with Nicholson,’ declared Samuels, scarcely bothering with any greeting. ‘Have you forgotten what the ambassador said he wanted?’
Gower had. ‘Sorry?’ he queried, hopefully.
Samuels sighed, with predictable condescension. ‘You are supposed to be surveying the facilities of the embassy.’
‘And also concluding what I’ve been sent here to do as quickly as possible,’ countered Gower, ignoring his earlier reflections.
‘We have Chinese staff: gardeners and cleaners. And security officers we know about on the gates as well as those we don’t know about, elsewhere,’ said Samuels. ‘It is important you visibly appear to be fulfilling a proper function.’
After the specific London instructions about protocol and the avoidance of offence, Gower accepted he had to defer to what amounted to an order, although he didn’t enjoy taking orders from a man like Peter Samuels. ‘Nicholson said he expected to spend some time with me.’
‘He’s your man,’ agreed the political officer. At once there was the reversal of attitude that had occurred the previous day. Samuels smiled and said: ‘Everything OK?’
‘The map was usefuclass="underline" thanks for the suggestion,’ said Gower. ‘I…’ he stopped, realizing what he was going to say, then decided he wasn’t disclosing anything. ‘I had a look around the Forbidden City. Might go again, later.’
‘Fascinating,’ agreed Samuels, seeming positively friendly. ‘You could spend a month there and still not see all of it.’
Taking advantage of an encounter he hadn’t expected, Gower said: ‘I might want to look at what was pouched to me from London.’ Conscious of the wariness that instantly came to the other man, Gower hurried on: ‘Not to keep here, in these quarters. I just want to check it through.’
Samuels nodded, slowly. ‘I’m going to be in my office all day. Come there when you’re ready. Let’s go and find Nicholson, shall we?’
The gabbling Scotsman, whose appointed position emerged as the junior lawyer in the embassy’s legal department, was as effusively affable as the previous day. Totally unprepared for what he was being called upon to do, which he acknowledged to be an oversight, Gower asked Nicholson, with the experience of a resident, to decide the inspection by taking him to those facilities in the embassy the man believed most in need of improvement. That brought them back at once to the accommodation wing, for which Gower was grateful, reckoning he could prolong the charade in that one section for enough of that day to comply with Samuels’ insistence, without needing to spend any longer in the embassy itself. He trailed behind Nicholson, genuinely agreeing that the majority of the fittings and furnishings were out of date and inadequate, apologizing to the wives upon whom they intruded in some of the occupied flats. He listened patiently to their more forceful complaints after he was introduced as a Foreign Office inspector: in two flats he dutifully sat and drank the offered coffee, sympathetically nodded and tut-tutting, all the while feeling the fraud that he was.
It was close to noon when they recrossed the forecourt to the main building, and with the morning wasted Gower agreed to lunch with Nicholson in the embassy mess. On their way there the persistent lawyer-diplomat detoured to enrol Gower as a temporary member of the social club. Inside the dining-room there was virtually a moving line of introductions: when Nicholson announced Gower’s proclaimed purpose for being there nearly everyone grumbled that the survey was long overdue. As he had that morning with the aggrieved wives, Gower felt vaguely disconcerted at deceiving so many people so obviously, but supposed he shouldn’t: it had to be all part of the job to which he was still adjusting. Halfway through the meal, he saw Samuels enter and take a seat at the far side of the room. The political officer ignored him. Gower guessed the mood pendulum had swung back in the opposite direction.
Gower pleaded the need to get the problems he’d discovered that morning into a preliminary report to avoid continuing the pointless exercise in the afternoon. They made arrangements to resume the following morning. Gower declined the offer to eat again with the Nicholsons that night.
Remembering his protective idea of the previous day, believing it showed he was thinking and acting as he should, Gower went back to his quarters to collect his camera before setting out for the second time. Sure of the direction from his earlier excursion and knowing, too, that he would not be able to pick up any follower directly outside the legation, Gower moved off without pause towards the Forbidden City. He measured his pace today and once away from the embassy repeated the attempt to discover company, deviating from the shortest route and then suddenly backtracking on himself. Yet again no one reversed direction in obvious pursuit. Close to the square he tried again, halting abruptly at a street-stall he had already isolated, using sign language to buy a covered carton of yoghurt and staying there to drink it, able while he was doing so to turn this way and that like the interested first-time visitor he was, surveying everyone around him. He could recognize no one drinking or loitering around the stall whom he had seen before, closer to the embassy. No one moved off when he finished his drink to continue towards the square. All around him, the steel-tipped shoes tapped and chattered, like pavement cicadas.
Today Gower ignored the Great Hall, immediately re-entering the Forbidden City. He checked himself just in time from taking the same route as before, instead following different paths and alleys and carefully not stopping at two of the designated message spots. At the others he used the convenient camera as an excuse to stop and study them in detaiclass="underline" remembering the incriminating problem of the pictures the priest had taken, Gower was careful with the exposures it was protectively necessary to take, each time shooting so that the concealment he was detailing in his mind was on the peripheral edge of every frame. He spent longer in the City than he had on the first occasion, lingering and photographing a lot of other locations with apparently more concentrated interest than he’d shown in the places for which he was really visiting the site.