‘I remember,’ said Bell, who’d endured all the wartime reminiscences and couldn’t understand the point of this reminder.
‘I’m not going to be run down on this,’ announced Anderson, answering the unasked question.
‘Giles has got the handle on it,’ assured Bell.
‘He did well, keeping the cap on,’ remembered Anderson. ‘Let him know I appreciate it: tell Langley, too, so it’ll go on his record.’
‘He’ll be grateful,’ assured Bell.
‘Are you quite sure we can’t eyeball the Soviets over this?’
‘Quite sure.’
‘What then?’
‘I think we’ve got to go with Giles,’ said the Secretary of State. ‘Let it run and see what happens: we’ve got the intelligence communities of four countries involved, after all.’
Anderson was unimpressed and let it show. He said: ‘What have CIA records come up with?’
‘Zero.’
‘Switzerland?’
‘The same.’
‘England?’
‘Nothing.’
‘Israel?’
‘We’re waiting to hear.’
‘You want to mark that out of ten for me?’
The trouble with worrying about oncoming trains was that it gave a person tunnel vision, thought Bell. He said: ‘How bad will it be if Geneva is a target? And there is an assassination?’
Anderson leaned forward on the table, starimg at his friend. ‘You want me to answer that?’
‘Yes, Mr President, I want you to answer that,’ said the other man. It would be some years anyway before the tapes were available to historians.
‘It’ll be a disaster,’ said Anderson. ‘An absolute, unmitigated disaster, that’s what it’ll be.’
‘The British are allowing us access to this man Novikov,’ reminded the Secretary of State.
‘So?’
‘We’ll have our own evidence of a Soviet assassination intention from a defector,’ continued Bell.
Anderson began to smile, in growing awareness. ‘Which could be made public?’ he suggested.
‘Which could be made public,’ confirmed Bell. ‘The way I see it we’ve got insurance. If this is a false alarm – which it could easily be – then we’ve the chance of achieving the Middle East peace. Which was the original intention. But if there’s an assassination and the conference is wrecked we can immediately produce the evidence – evidence supported by Britain and Switzerland and Israel, all of whom have had or will have access to Novikov – to prove that Moscow were the architects.’
Anderson’s smile broadened. ‘So we can’t lose?’
‘Not from the way I’m looking at it, Mr President.’
‘Is that what you call diplomacy?’
‘That’s part of it,’ said Bell.
‘I like it,’ said Anderson. ‘I like it a lot.’
The diplomatic bag is rarely, in fact, a bag: the term generically describes any cargo precluded by international agreement from Customs interception or examination in the receiving or despatching country by the appropriate designation of the embassy involved. Sometimes the diplomatic bag comprises the hold of an entire cargo plane: frequently the counter-intelligence service of a country stand helplessly by as crates and boxes are loaded, well knowing – but unable to prove – that some technological advance is being smuggled out in front of their eyes, to be lost forever.
The special American M21 sniper’s rifle with all its adaptations, together with the American Browning automatic and matching – but even more specially chosen – ammunition for both did not, however, need a crate when they arrived in Geneva. Both were accommodated in a small container of the sort long ago identified by the Swiss as that used by Moscow to transport embassy office furniture. Which was how it would have been described upon the counter-intelligence report if one had been submitted. But no report was submitted. So many men were needed to conduct the new surveillance demands that the observation at Geneva airport was suspended. It was, after all, just routine.
Chapter Sixteen
There was a queue to interview Vladimir Novikov, although it did not actually extend to the Sussex border. There should not have been, because the meetings were arranged with sufficient intervals between each. The delay was created by the Americans. They did not depute someone from their London embassy to conduct the questioning but on the President’s instructions flew overnight a Russian-speaking interrogator from Washington, accompanied by a polygraph team. Novikov at once displayed the arrogance that Charlie had encountered and protested at being subjected to a lie detector test, refusing to submit to it and there was a delay of two hours and a flurry of telephone calls between Whitehall, Westminster Bridge Road and the US legation in Grosvenor Square before he could be persuaded. Novikov remained hostile and it showed on the first polygraph test so the operator asked for a second, to make comparisons against his first readings, further antagonizing the defector. For the first hour of the interview he was intentionally awkward, choosing to misunderstand at every opportunity. A debriefing that had been timed for two hours took four and was still ended without being as comprehensive as that which Charlie obtained.
A Mossad team followed, a man and a woman, both Russian speakers again and they capitalized upon the preceding episode, flattering Novikov by insisting they did not doubt his genuineness or honesty and asked for his co-operation instead of demanding it.
It was the better approach to a man of Novikov’s ego. He consciously tried to provide more than he had for the Americans, volunteering information he thought the couple had failed to seek, which they hadn’t: they just let Novikov talk himself out and then confirmed what he had provided by asking their questions in a different form.
Novikov complained of tiredness when it came to the Swiss interview, at first giving clipped answers, only expanding them properly after the initial thirty minutes when he realized that the interrogator intended persisting with the same questions until he was satisfied with replies.
The focus of each session was whether Novikov believed the assassination was planned for either of the Geneva meetings and he became irritated again, this time at the persistence about something of which he had no knowledge.
Each debriefing was, of course, automatically recorded on the electronic system installed in the Sussex house and simultaneously translated, so that complete transcripts were available to Sir Alistair Wilson and his deputy within an hour of the completion of the final meeting.
‘Not a thing that Charlie didn’t get, despite their having the advantage of his interview to prepare themselves in advance,’ judged the Director. ‘We’ll pouch it to him, with the other stuff.’
‘I’d like to see the detailed assessment of the analysts before committing myself,’ said Harkness, with his customary reluctance.
‘How about the airline interviews?’
‘All completed,’ said Harkness. ‘No other recognition whatsoever.’
‘And the Watchers?’
‘Nothing.’
‘So all we can do is go on the belief that it’s Geneva,’ said Wilson.
‘Why not let it remain there?’
‘Bring Charlie home, you mean?’
‘You said he should withdraw, if the Swiss remained difficult.’
‘What are you worried about?’
‘What I’m always worried about with that man,’ said the deputy. ‘Of his doing something to damage our interests. At the moment we’ve got the gratitude of the intelligence agencies of three countries, America among them. That’s sufficient, surely?’
‘We’ll stay involved, for a little longer,’ decided Wilson. ‘Like Charlie, I don’t really like leaving things half done. I only talked about his coming home to keep him in line.’