A SMALL TOWN IN GERMANY by John le Carré

‘Politics? Harting? I shouldn’t think he read a newspaper from one year to the next. He was a child in such matters. A complete innocent.’

‘They often are,’ said Turner. ‘That’s the remarkable thing.’ Sitting down again, Turner folded one leg over the other and leaned back in the chair like a man about to reminisce. ‘I knew a man once who sold his birthright because he couldn’t get a seat on the Underground. I reckon there’s more of that kind go wrong than was ever converted to it by the Good Book. Perhaps that was his problem? Not right for dinner parties; no room on the train. After all, he was a temporary, wasn’t he?’

Bradfield did not reply.

‘And he’d been here a long time. Permanent staff, sort of thing. Not fashionable, that isn’t, not in an Embassy. They go native if they’re around too long. But then he was native, wasn’t he? Half. Half a Hun, as de Lisle would say. He never talked politics?’

‘Never.’

‘You sensed it in him, a political spin?’

‘No.’

‘No crack-up? No tension?’

‘No.’

‘What about that fight in Cologne?’

‘What fight?’

‘Five years back. In the night club. Someone worked him over; he was in hospital for six weeks. They managed to hush it up.’

‘That was before my time.’

‘Did he drink a lot?’

‘Not to my knowledge.’

‘Speak Russian? Take lessons?’

‘No.’

‘What did he do with his leave?’

‘He seldom claimed any. If he did, I understand he stayed at his home in Königswinter. He took a certain interest in his garden, I believe.’

For a long time Turner frankly searched Bradfield’s face for something he could not find.

‘He didn’t screw around,’ he said. ‘He wasn’t queer. He’d no friends, but he wasn’t a recluse. He wasn’t vetted and you’ve no record of him. He was a political innocent but he managed to get his hands on the one file that really matters to you. He never stole money, he played the organ in Chapel, took a certain interest in his garden and loved his neighbour as himself. Is that it? He wasn’t any bloody thing, positive or negative. What was he then, for Christ’s sake? The Embassy eunuch? Haven’t you any opinion at all’ – Turner persisted in mock supplicaton – ‘to help a poor bloody investigator in his lonely task?’

A watch chain hung across Bradfield’s waistcoat, no more than a thread of gold, a tiny devotional token of ordered society.

‘You seem deliberately to be wasting time on matters which are not at issue. I have neither the time nor the interest to play your devious games. Insignificant though Harting was, obscure though his motive may be, for the last three months he unfortunately had a considerable access to secret infor­mation. He obtained that access by stealth, and I suggest that instead of speculating on his sexual proclivities, you give some attention to what he has stolen.’

‘Stolen?’ Turner repeated softly. ‘That’s a funny word,’ and he wrote it out with deliberate clumsiness in tall capital letters along the top of one page of the notebook. The Bonn climate had already made its mark upon him: dark dabs of sweat had appeared on the thin fabric of his disgraceful suit.

‘All right,’ he said with sudden fierceness, ‘I’m wasting your bloody time. Now let’s start at the beginning and find out why you love him so.’

Bradfield examined his fountain pen. You could be queer, Turner’s expression said, if you didn’t love honour more.

‘Will you put that into English?’

‘Tell me about him from your own point of view. What his work was, what he was like.’

‘His sole task when I first arrived was handling German civilian claims against Rhine Army. Tank damage to crops; stray shells from the range; cattle and sheep killed on manoeuvres. Ever since the end of the war that’s been quite an industry in Germany. By the time I took over Chancery two and a half years ago, he had made a corner of it.’

‘You mean he was an expert.’

‘As you like.’

‘It’s just the emotive terms, you see. They put me off. I can’t help liking him when you talk that way.’

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