A SMALL TOWN IN GERMANY by John le Carré

‘Claims was his métier then, if you prefer. They got him into the Embassy in the first place; he knew the job inside out; he’s done it for many years in many different capacities. First for the Control Commission, then for the Army.’

‘What did he do before that? He came out in forty-five.’

‘He came out in uniform, of course. A sergeant or some­thing of the sort. His status was then altered to that of civilian assistant. I’ve no idea what his work was. I imagine the War Office could tell you.’

‘They can’t. I also tried the old Control Commission archive. It’s mothballs for posterity. They’ll take weeks to dig out his file.’

‘In any event, he had chosen well. As long as British units were stationed in Germany, there would be manoeuvres; and German civilians would claim reparations. One might say that his job, though specialised, was at least secured by our military presence in Europe.’

‘Christ, there’s not many would give you a mortgage on that,’ said Turner with a sudden, infectious smile, but Bradfield ignored him.

‘He acquitted himself perfectly adequately. More than adequately; he was good at it. He had a smattering of law from somewhere. German as well as military. He was naturally acquisitive.’

‘A thief,’ Turner suggested, watching him.

‘When he was in doubt, he could call upon the Legal Attaché. It wasn’t everybody’s cup of tea, acting as a broker between the German farmers and the British Army, smoothing their feathers, keeping things away from the press. It required a certain instinct. He possessed that,’ Bradfield observed, once more with undisguised contempt. ‘On his own level, he was a competent negotiator.’

‘But that wasn’t your level, was it?’

‘It was no one’s,’ Bradfield replied, choosing to avoid the innuendo. ‘Professionally, he was a solitary. My predecessors had found it best to leave him alone and when I took over I saw no reason to change the practice. He was attached to Chancery so that we could exert a certain disciplinary control; no more. He came to morning meetings, he was punctual, he made no trouble. He was liked up to a point but not, I suppose, trusted. His English was never perfect. He was socially ener­getic at a certain level; mainly in the less discriminating Embassies. They say he got on well with the South Americans.’

‘Did he travel for his work?’

‘Frequently and widely. All over Germany.’

‘Alone?’

‘Yes.’

‘And he knew the Army inside out: he’d get the manoeuvre reports; he knew their dispositions, strengths, he knew the lot, right?’

‘He knew far more than that; he heard the mess gossip up and down the country; many of the manoeuvres were inter-­allied affairs. Some involved the experimental use of new weapons. Since they also caused damage, he was obliged to know the extent of it. There is a great deal of loose infor­mation he could have acquired.’

‘Nato stuff?’

‘Mainly.’

‘How long’s he been doing that work?’

‘Since nineteen forty-eight or nine, I suppose. I cannot say, without reference to the files, when the British first paid com­pensatlon.’

‘Say twenty-one years, give or take a bit.’

‘That is my own calculation.’

‘Not a bad run for a temporary.’

‘Shall I go on?’

‘Do. Sure. Go on,’ Turner said hospitably, and thought: if I was you I’d throw me out for that.

‘That was the situation when I took over. He was a contract man; his employment was subject to annual revision. Each December his contract came up for renewal, each December renewal was recommended. That was how matters stood until eighteen months ago.’

‘When Rhine Army pulled out.’

‘We prefer to say here that Rhine Army has been added to our strategic reserve in the United Kingdom. You must remember the Germans are still paying support costs.’

‘I’ll remember.’

‘In any event, only a skeleton force remained in Germany. The withdrawal occurred quite suddenly; I imagine it took us all by surprise. There had been disputes about offset agree­ments, there were riots in Minden. The Movement was just getting under way; the students in particular were becoming extremely noisy; the troops were becoming a provocation. The decision was taken at the highest level; the Ambassador was not even consulted. The order came; and Rhine Army had gone in a month. We had been making a great number of cuts around that time. It’s all the rage in London these days. They throw things away and call it economy.’ Once more Turner glimpsed that inner bitterness in Bradfield, a family shame to which no guest alluded.

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