‘Who’s they? The Abwehr?’
‘No. General Schellenberg of the SD is in charge. At least that is who my cousin is working for.’
Carter nodded, fiercely excited, and got up. ‘I want you to phone me on the usual number at eleven, old chum, and don’t fail.’ He leaned forward. ‘This is the big one, Vargas. You’ll make a lot of cash if you’re smart.’
He turned and went out and hurried along Baker Street as fast as his game leg would allow.
In Lisbon at that precise moment Walter Schellenberg was climbing the steep cobbled alley in Alfama towards the Lights of Lisbon. He could hear the music even before he got there. When he went inside, the place was deserted except for the barman and Devlin at the piano.
The Irishman stopped to light a cigarette and smiled. ‘Did you enjoy your Christmas, General?’
‘It could have been worse. And you?’
‘The bulls were running well. I got trampled. Too much drink taken.’
‘A dangerous game.’
‘Not really. They tip the ends of the horns in Portugal. Nobody dies.’
‘It hardly seems worth the candle,’ Schellenberg said.
‘And isn’t that the fact? Wine, grapes, bulls and lots and lots of sun, that’s what I had for Christmas, General.’ He started to play ‘Moonlight on the Highway’. ‘And me thinking of old Al Bowlly in the Blitz, London, fog in the streets. Now isn’t that the strange thing?’
Schellenberg felt the excitement rise inside him. ‘You’ll go?’
‘On one condition. I can change my mind at the last minute if I think the thing isn’t watertight.’
‘My hand on it.’
Devlin got up and they walked out to the terrace. Schellenberg said, ‘We’ll fly out to Berlin in the morning.’
‘You will, General, not me.’
‘But Mr Devlin – ‘
‘You have to think of everything in this game, you know that. Look down there.’ Over the w.all, Frear had come in and was talking to one of the waiters as he wiped down the outside tables. ‘He’s been keeping an eye on me, old Frear. He’s seen me talking to the great Walter Schellenberg. I should think that would figure in one of his reports to London.’
‘So what do you suggest?’
‘You fly back to Berlin and get on with the preparations. There’ll be plenty to do. Arrange the right papers for rne at the Legation, travelling money and so on and I’ll come the low-risk way by rail. Lisbon to Madrid, then the Paris Express. Fix it up for me to fly from there if it suits or I could carry on by train.’
‘It would take you two days at least.’
‘As I say, you’ll have things to do. Don’t tell me the work won’t be piling up.’
Schellenberg nodded. ‘You’re right. So, let’s have a drink on it. To our English enterprise.’
‘Holy Mother of God, not that, General. Someone used that phrase to me last time. They didn’t realize that’s how the Spanish Armada was described and look what happened to that lot.’
Then to ourselves, Mr Devlin,’ Schellenberg said. ‘I will drink to you and you will drink to me,’ and they went back inside.
Munro sat at his desk in the Haston Place flat and
77 listened intently as Carter gave him the gist of his conversation with Vargas.
He nodded. ‘Two pieces of the jigsaw, Jack. Schellenberg’s interested in rescuing Steiner and where is Schellenberg right now? In Lisbon hobnobbing with Liam Devlin. Now, what conclusion does that lead you to?’
‘That he wants to recruit Devlin to the cause, sir.’
‘Of course. The perfect man.’ Munro nodded. ‘This could lead to interesting possibilities.’
‘Such as?’
Munro shook his head. ‘Just thinking out loud. Time to think of moving Steiner anyway. What would you suggest?’
‘There’s the London Cage in Kensington,’ Carter said.
‘Come off it, Jack. That’s only used for processing transients, isn’t it? Prisoners of war such as Luftwaffe aircrews.’
There’s Cockfosters, sir, but that’s just a cage, too, and the school opposite Wandsworth Prison. A number of German agents have been held there.’ Munro wasn’t impressed and Carter tried again. ‘Of course there’s Mytchett Place in Hampshire. They’ve turned that into a miniature fortress for Hess.’