A SMALL TOWN IN GERMANY by John le Carré

‘Tell me about last Monday. He changed: how?’

‘Changed for the better. He’d shaken himself out of it, whatever it was. The track was over. He was smiling when I came in, really happy. Johnny Slingo, Valerie, they both noticed it, same as I did. We’d all been going full tilt of course; I’d been in most of Saturday, all Sunday; the others had been coming and going.’

‘What about Leo?’

‘Well, he’d been busy too, there was no doubt to that, but we didn’t see him around an awful lot. An hour up here, three hours down there-‘

‘Down where?’

‘In his own room. He did that sometimes, took a few files downstairs to work on. It was quieter. “I like to keep it warm,” he said. “It’s my old room, Arthur, and I don’t like to let it grow cold.”‘

‘And he took his files down there, did he?’ Turner asked, very quiet.

‘Then there was Chapel: that took up a part of Sunday, of course. Playing the organ.’

‘How long’s he been doing that, by the way?’

‘Oh, years and years. It was reinsurance,’ Meadowes said with a little laugh. ‘Just to keep himself indispensable.’

‘So Monday he was happy.’

‘Serene. There’s no other word for it. “I like it here, Arthur,” he said. “I want you to know that.” Sat down and got on with his work.’

‘And he stayed that way till he left?’

‘More or less.’

‘What do you mean, “More or less”?’

“Well, we had a bit of a row. That was Wednesday. He’d been all right Tuesday, happy as a sandboy, then Wednesday I caught him at it.’ He had folded his hands before him on his lap and he was looking at them, head bowed.

‘He was trying to look at the Green File. The Maximum Limit.’ He touched the top of his head in a small gesture of nervousness. ‘He was always quizzy, I told you. Some people are like that, they can’t help it. Didn’t matter what it was; I could leave a letter from my own mother on the desk: I’m damn sure that if Leo had half a chance he’d have read it. Always thought people were conspiring against him. It drove us mad to begin with; look into anything, he would. Files, cupboards, anywhere. He hadn’t been here a week before he was signing for the mail. The whole lot, down in the bag room. I didn’t care for that at all at first, but he got all huffy when I told him to stop and in the end I let it go.’ He opened his hands, seeking an answer. ‘Then in March we had some Trade Contingency papers from London – special guidance for Econ on new alignments and forward planning, and I caught him with the whole bundle on his desk. “Here,” I said. “Can’t you read? They’re subscription only, they’re not for you.” He didn’t turn a hair. In fact he was really angry. “I thought I could handle anything!” he says. He’d have hit me for two pins. “Well, you thought wrong,” I told him. That was March. It took us both a couple of days to cool down.’

‘God save us,’ said Turner softly.

‘Then we had this Green. A Green’s rare. I don’t know what’s in it; Johnny doesn’t, Valerie doesn’t. It lives in its own despatch box. H.E.’s got one key, Bradfield’s got the other and he shares it with de Lisle. The box has to come back here to the strong-room every night. It’s signed in and signed out, and only I handle it. So anyway: lunchtime Wednesday it was. Leo was up here on his own; Johnny and me went down to the canteen.’

‘Often here on his own lunchtimes, was he?’

‘He liked to be, yes. He liked the quiet.’

‘All right.’

‘There was a big queue at the canteen and I can’t stand queuing, so I said to Johnny, “You stay here, I’ll go back and do a spot of work and try again in half an hour.” So I came in unexpectedly. Just walked in. No Leo, and the strong-room was open. And there he was; standing there, with the Green despatch box.’

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