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by Wilbur Smith


  So that it appeared that the motivation had not really changed and was still entirely self gain or parochial political gain. Then there was the taking of 070. "I had not confided in you before and once you were on your way to Johannesburg it was too late. I could do nothing more than try to control your actions by rather heavy-handed commands. I could not explain to you that we suspected that this was the leading wave of the new militancy, and that we must allow it to reveal as much as possible. It was a terrible decision, but I had to gamble a few human lives for vital information and then you acted as I had believed you were incapable of acting." Parker removed his pipe from his mouth and he smiled; when he smiled you could believe anything he said and forgive him for it, no matter how outrageous. "I admit, General Stride, that my first reaction was frustrated rage.

  I wanted your head, and your guts also. Then suddenly I began using my own head instead. You had just proved you were the man I wanted, my soldier capable of unconventional thought and action. If you were discredited and cast adrift, there was just a chance that this new direction of militancy would recognize the same qualities in you that I had been forced to recognize. If I allowed you to ruin your career, and become an outcast an embittered man, but one with vital skills and invaluable knowledge, a man who had proved he could be ruthless when it was necessary-" Parker broke off and made that gesture of appeal. I am sorry, General Stride, but I had to recognize the fact that you would be very attractive to-" he made an impatient gesture I do not have a name for them, shall we just call them "the enemy". I had to recognize the fact that you would be of very great interest to the enemy. I endorsed your resignation." He nodded sombrely. "Yes, I endorsed your resignation, and without your own knowledge you became an Atlas agent at large. It seemed perfect to me.

  You did not have to-act a role you believed it yourself.

  You were the outcast, the wronged and discredited man ripe for subversion."

  "I don't believe it," Peter said flatly, and Parker went back to the work table, selected an envelope from a Japanese ceramic tray and brought it back to Peter.

  It took Peter a few moments to realize that it was a Bank Statement Credit Suisse in Geneva the account was in his name, and there were a string of deposits. No withdrawals MAde or debits. Each deposit was for exactly the same amount, the net salary of a major-general in the British Army.

  "You see," Parker smiled "you are still drawing your Atlas salary. You are still one of us, Peter. And all I can say is that I am very sorry indeed that we had to subject you to the pretence but it seems it was all worth while." Peter looked up at him again, not entirely convinced, but with the hostility less naked in his expression.

  "What do You mean by that, Doctor Parker?"

  "It seems that you are very much back in play again."

  "I am Sales Director for Northern Armaments Company," he said flatly.

  "Yes, of course, and Narmco is part of the Altmann Industrial Empire and Baron Altmann and his lovely wife are, or rather were, an extraordinarily interesting couple.

  For instance, did you know that the Baron was one of the top agents of Mossad in Europe?" impossible," Peter shook his head irritably. "He was a Roman Catholic. Israeli intelligence does not make a habit of recruiting Catholics."

  "Yes," Parker agreed. "His grandfather converted to Catholicism and changed the name of the family home to La Pierre Brute. It was a business decision, that we are certain of, there was not much profit in being Jewish in nineteenth-century France. However, the young Altmann was much influenced by his grandmother and his own mother. He was a Zionist from a very early age, and he unswervingly used his enormous wealth and influence in that cause right up until the time of his murder. Yet he did it so cunningly, with such subtlety that very few people were aware of his connections with uda ism and Zionism.

  He never made the mistake of converting back to his ancestral religion, realizing that he could be more effective as a practising Christian." Peter was thinking swiftly. If this was true, then it all had changed shape again. It must affect the reasons for the Baron's death and it would change the role of Magda Altmann in his life.

  "The Baroness?" he asked. "Was she aware of this?"

  "Ah, the Baroness!" Kingston Parker removed his pipe from between his teeth, and smiled with reluctant admiration. "What a remarkable lady. We are not certain of very much about her except her beauty and her exceptional talents. We know she was born in Warsaw. Her father was a professor of medicine at the university there, and he escaped to the West when the Baroness was still a child. He was killed a few years later, a traffic accident in Paris. Hit and run driver, while the professor was leaving his faculty in the Sorbonne. A small mystery still hangs around his death. The child seems to have drifted from family to family, friends of her father, distant relatives. She already was showing academic leanings, musical talent, at thirteen a chess player of promise then for a period there is no record of her. She seems to have disappeared entirely. The only hint is from one of her foster mothers, a very old lady now, with a fading memory. "I think she went home for a while she told me she was going home."" Parker spread his hands. "We do not know what that means. Home?

  Warsaw? Israel? Somewhere in the East?"

  "You have researched her very carefully," Peter said. What he had heard had left him uneasy.

  "Of course, we have done so to every contact you have made since leaving Atlas Command. We would have been negligent not to do so but especially we have been interested in the Baroness. She has been the most fascinating, you understand that, I am sure." Peter nodded, and waited. He did not want to ask for more. Somehow it seemed disloyal to Magda, distrustful and petty but still he waited and Parker went on quietly.

  "Then she was back in Paris. Nineteen years of age now a highly competent private secretary, speaking five languages fluently, beautiful, always dressed in the height of fashion, soon with a string of wealthy, influential and powerful admirers the last of these was her employer, Baron Aaron Altmann." Parker was silent then, waiting for the question, forcing Peter to come to meet him.

  "Is she Mossad also?"

  "We do not know. It is possible but she has covered herself very carefully. We are rather hoping you will be able to find that out for us."

  "I see."

  "She must have known that her husband was a Zionist.

  She must have suspected that it had something to do with his abduction and murder. Then there are the missing six years of her life from thirteen to nineteen, where was she?"

  "Is she Jewish?" Peter asked. "Was her father Jewish?"

  "We believe so, although the professor showed no interest in religion and did not fill in the question on his employment application to the Sorbonne. His daughter showed the same lack of religious commitment we know only that her marriage to the Baron was a Catholic ceremony followed by a civil marriage in Rambouillet."

  "We have drifted a long way from international terrorism," Peter pointed out.

  "I do not think so." Kingston Parker shook his big shaggy head. "The Baron was a victim of it, and almost as soon as you one of the world's leading experts on militancy and urban warfare as soon as you are associated with her there is an assassination attempt, or an abduction attempt made on the Baroness." Peter was not at all surprised that Parker knew of that night on the road to La Pierre Benite it was only a few days since Peter's arm had been out of the sling.

  "Tell me, Peter. What was your estimate of that affair? I have seen an excerpt of the statement that you made to the French police but what can you add to that?" Peter had a vivid cameo memory of the Citroen that had followed him out of Paris, and then almost simultaneously the tearing sound of automatic fire in the night.

  "They were after the Baroness," Peter said firmly.

  "And you were driving her car?"

  "That's right."

  "You were at the place at the time that the Baroness usually passed?"

  "Right "Who suggested that? You?"

  "I to
ld her that the car was too conspicuous." "So you suggested taking it down to La Pierre enite that night." "Yes." Peter lied without knowing why he did so.

  "Did anybody else know that the Baroness would not be driving?" "Nobody." Except her bodyguards, the two chauffeurs who had met them on their return from Switzerland, Peter thought.

  "You are certain?" Parker persisted.

  "Yes," Peter snapped. "Nobody else." Except Magda, only Magda. He pushed the thought aside angrily.

  "All right, so we must accept that the Baroness was the target but was it an assassination or an abduction attempt?

  That could be significant. If it was assassination, it would indicate that it was the elimination of a rival agent, that the Baroness was probably also a Mossad agent, recruited by her husband. On the other hand, an abduction would suggest that the object was monetary gain. Which was it, Peter?"

  "They had blocked the road-" he said, but not completely he remembered. "And the police impersonator signalled me to stop-" or at least to slow down, he thought, slow down sufficiently to make an easy target before they started shooting " and they did not open fire until I made it clear that I was not going to stop." But they had been ready to begin shooting at the instant Peter made the decision to send the Maserati through the roadblock. The intention of the two machine-gunners had seemed evident.

  I would say the object was to seize the Baroness alive."

  "All right," Parker nodded. "We will have to accept that for the time being." He glanced at Colin. "Colonel Noble?

  You had a question?"

  "Thank you, Doctor. We haven't heard from Peter in "what terms he was approached by Narmco or the Baroness.

  Who made the first contact?"

  "I was approached by a London firm who specializes in A making top executive placements. They came directly from the Narmco Board-" And I turned them down flat, he thought. It was only later at Abbots Yew'I see." Colin frowned with disappointment. "There was no question of a meeting with the Baroness?"

  "Not at that stage."

  "You were offered the sales appointment no mention of any other duties, security, industrial intelligence "No, not then." later?"

  "Yes. When I met the Baroness, I realized her personal security arrangements were inadequate. I made changes."

  "You never discussed her husband's murder?"

  "Yes, we did "And?"

  "And nothing." Peter was finding it difficult to improvise answers, but he used the old rule of telling as much of the truth as possible.

  "There was no mention by the Baroness of a hunt for her husband's murderers? You were not asked to use your special talents to lead a vendetta?" Peter had to make a swift decision. Parker would know of his leak to the British military attache in Paris the bait he had so carefully placed to attract Caliph. Of course Parker would know: he was head of Atlas with access to the Central Intelligence computer. Peter could not afford to deny it.

  "Yes, she asked me to relay any information which might point to her husband's murderers. I asked G.2 in Paris for any information he might have. He couldn't help me." Parker grunted. "Yes. I have a note that G.2 filed a routine report but I suppose her request was natural enough." He wandered back to his work table to glance at a pad on which was scribbled some sort of personal shorthand.

  "We know of eight sexual liaisons that the Baroness formed prior to her marriage, all with politically powerful or wealthy men. Six of them married men-" Peter found himself trembling with anger so intense that it surprised him. He hated Parker for talking like this of Magda.

  With a huge effort he kept his expression neutral, the hand in his lap was relaxed and the fingers spread naturally, though he felt a driving desire to bunch it and drive it into Parker's face. all these affairs were conducted with utmost discretion. Then during her marriage there is no evidence of any extra-marital activity.

  Since the Baron's murder there have been three others, a minister in the French Government, an American businessman head of the world's second largest oil company-" He dropped the pad back on the desk and swung back to face Peter. "And recently there has been one other." He stared at Peter with a bright penetrating gaze. "The lady certainly believes in mixing business with pleasure. All her partners have been men who are able to deliver very concrete proof of their affections. I think this rule probably applies to her latest choice of sexual partner." Colin Noble coughed awkwardly, and shifted in his chair, but Peter did not even glance at him, he went on staring impassively at Kingston Parker. He and Magda had made very little secret of their relationship still it was bitterly distasteful to have to discuss it with anybody else.

  "I think that you are in a position now to gather vital intelligence. I think that you are very near the centre of this nameless and formless influence I think that you will be able to make some sort of contact with the enemy, even if it is only another military brush with them. The only question is whether or not you find any reason, emotional or otherwise, that might prevent you fulfilling this duty?" Kingston Parker cocked his head on one side, making the statement into a question.

  "I have never let my private life interfere with my duty, Doctor, Peter said quietly.

  "No," Kingston Parker agreed. "That is true. And I am sure that now you know a little more about Baroness Altmann you will appreciate just how vital is our interest in that lady."

  "Yes, I do." Peter had his anger under control completely.

  "You want me to use a privileged relationship to spy on her.

  "Is that correct?"

  "Just as we can be sure she is using the same relationship to her own ends-" Parker broke off as an odd thought seemed to occur. "I do hope I have not been too blunt, Peter. I haven't destroyed some cherished illusion." Now Parker's attitude was dismissive. The interview was over.

  "At my age, Doctor a man has no more illusions." Peter rose to his feet. "Do I report to you direct?"

  "Colonel Noble will make the arrangements for all communications." Kingston Parker held out his hand. "I would not have asked this of you if I had a choice." Peter did not hesitate, but took the hand. Parker's hand was cool and dry. Although he made no show of it, Peter could sense the physical power in those hard pianist's fingers.

  "I understand, sir," said Peter and he thought grimly, and even if that is also a lie, I'm going to understand pretty damned soon.

  Peter made the excuse of tiredness to avoid the gin rummy game, and pretended to sleep during most of the long trans-Atlantic flight. With his eyes closed he tried to marshal his thoughts into some sort of pattern, but always they seemed to come around full circle and leave him chasing his tail. He could not even achieve any about his feelings and loyalties to Magda Altmann.

  cer taint They seemed to keep changing shape every time he examined them, and he found himself brooding on irrelevancies.

  "Sexual liaisons" what a ridiculously stilted expression Parker had used, and why had it angered Peter so much?

  Eight liaisons before marriage, six with married men, two others since marriage all wealthy or powerful. He found himself trying to flesh out these bare statistics, and with a shock of bitter resentment imagined those faceless, formless figures with the slim smooth body, the tiny, perfectly shaped breasts, and the long smoky fall of shimmering hair. He felt somehow betrayed, and immediately scorned himself for this adolescent reaction.

  There were other more dire questions and chances that Kingston Parker had raised, the Mossad connection, the six missing years in Magda's life and yet he came back again to what had happened between them. Was she capable of such skilful deception, or was it not deception? Was he merely suffering from hurt pride now, or somehow unbeknown to him had she been able to force him into a more vulnerable position? Had she succeeded in making him fall in love with her?

  How did he feel about her? At last he had to face that question directly and try to answer it, but when they landed again he still had no answer, except that the prospect of seeing her again pleased him inordinately and the
thought that she had deliberately used him to her own ends and was capable of discarding him as she had done those others left him with an aching sense of dismay. He dreaded the answer for which he had to search, and suddenly he remembered her suggestion of an island to which they could escape together. He realized then that she was a victim of the same dread, and with a clairvoyant shudder he wondered if they were somehow preordained to destroy each other.

  There were three separate messages from her at the Dorchester. She had left the Rambouillet number, each time. He telephoned immediately he reached the suite.

  "Oh, Peter. I was so worried. Where were you?" And it was hard to believe her concern was faked, and it was even harder to discount the pleasure when, the following noon, she met him at Charles de Gaulle Airport herself instead of sending a chauffeur.

  "I needed to get out of the office for an hour," she explained, and then she tucked her hand into the crook of his elbow and pressed herself against him. "That's a lie, of course. I came because I couldn't wait the extra hour to see you." Then she chuckled huskily. "I am behaving shamelessly, I can't imagine what you must think of me!" They were with a party of eight that evening, dinner at Le Doyen and then the theatre at the Palais de Chaillot.

 

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