During a brief pause he said, ‘Do I presume that you gentlemen believe that the man Kelly, or Cuchulain to give him his codename, is actually active in Ireland? I mean, it’s been twenty-three years.’
‘But that was the whole idea, wasn’t it?’ Fox said. ‘A sleeper to go in deep. To be ready when Ireland exploded. Perhaps he even helped it happen.’
‘And you would appear to be the only person outside his own people who has any idea what he looks like, so we’ll be asking you to look at some pictures. Lots of pictures,’ Ferguson told him.
‘As I say, it’s been a long time,’ Levin said.
‘But he did have a distinctive look to him,’ Fox suggested.
‘That’s true enough, God knows. A face like the Devil himself, when he killed, but of course, you’re not quite right when you say I’m the only one who remembers him. There’s Tanya. Tanya Voroninova.’
‘The young girl whose father played the police inspector who Kelly shot, sir,’ Fox explained.
‘Not so young now. Thirty years old. A lovely girl and you should hear her play the piano,’ Levin told them.
‘You’ve seen her since?’ Ferguson asked.
‘All the time. Let me explain. I made sure they thought I’d seen the error of my ways so I was rehabilitated and sent to work at the University of Moscow. Tanya was adopted by the KGB Colonel, Maslovsky, and his wife who really took to the child.’
‘He’s a general now, sir,’ Fox put in.
‘She turned out to have great talent for piano. When she was twenty, she won the Tchaikovsky competition in Moscow.’
‘Just a minute,’ Ferguson said, for classical music was his special joy. ‘Tanya Voroninova, the concert pianist. She did rather well at the Leeds Piano Festival two years ago.’
‘That’s right. Mrs Maslovsky died a month ago. Tanya tours abroad all the time now. With her foster-father a KGB general, she’s looked upon as a good risk.’
‘And you’ve seen her recently?’
‘Six months ago.’
‘And she spoke of the events you’ve described as taking place at Drumore?’
‘Oh, yes. Let me explain. She’s highly intelligent and well balanced, but she’s always had a thing about what happened. It’s as if she has to keep turning it over in her mind. I asked her why once.’
‘And what did she say?’
‘That it was Kelly. She could never forget him because he was so kind to her, and in view of what happened, she couldn’t understand that. She said she often dreamt of him.’
‘Yes, well as she’s in Russia, that isn’t really much help.’
Ferguson got to his feet. ‘Would you mind waiting in the next room a moment, Mr Levin?’
Fox opened the green baize door and the Russian passed through. Ferguson said, ‘A nice man, I like him.’ He walked to the window and looked down into the square below. After a while, he said, ‘We’ve got to root him out, Harry. I don’t think anything we’ve handled has ever been so vital.’
‘I agree.’
‘A strange thing. It would seem to be just as important to the IRA that Cuchulain is exposed as it is to us.’
‘Yes, sir, the thought had occurred to me.’
‘Do you think they’d see it that way?’
‘Perhaps, sir.’ Fox’s stomach was hollow with excitement as if he knew what was coming.
‘All right,’ Ferguson said. ‘God knows, you’ve given enough to Ireland, Harry. Are you willing to risk the other hand?’
‘If you say so, sir.’
‘Good. Let’s see if they’re willing to show some sense for once. I want you to go to Dublin to see the PIRA Army Council or anyone they’re willing to delegate to see you. I’ll make the right phone calls to set it up. Stay at the Westbourne as usual. And I mean today, Harry. I’ll see to Levin.’
‘Right, sir,’ Fox said calmly. ‘Then if you’ll excuse me, I’ll get started,’ and he went out.
Ferguson went back to the window and looked out at the rain. Crazy, of course, the idea that British Intelligence and the IRA could work together and yet it made sense this time. The question was, would the wild men in Dublin see it that way?