‘Oh, the Czechs had the networks marked down long before you came on the scene. They only rolled them up in order to compound Control’s failure.’
The discursive, almost chatty tone with which Smiley threw out these theories found no resonance in Jim. Having waited in vain for him to volunteer some word, Smiley let the matter drop. ‘Well let’s just go over your reception at Sarratt, shall we? To wrap it up?’
In a rare moment of forgetfulness he helped himself to the vodka bottle before passing it to Jim.
To judge by his voice, Jim had had enough. He spoke fast and angrily, with that same military shortness that was his refuge from intellectual incursions.
For four days Sarratt was limbo, he said: ‘Ate a lot, drank a lot, slept a lot. Walked round the cricket ground.’ He’d have swum, but the pool was under repair, as it had been six months before: damned inefficient. He had a medical, watched television in his hut and played a bit of chess with Cranko, who was running reception.
Meanwhile he waited for Control to show up, but he didn’t. The first person from the Circus to visit him was the resettlement officer, talking about a friendly teaching agency, next came some pay wallah to discuss his pension entitlement, then the doctor again to assess him for a gratuity. He waited for the inquisitors to appear but they never did, which was a relief because he didn’t know what he would have told them until he had the green light from Control and he’d had enough of questions. He guessed Control was holding them off. It seemed mad that he should keep from the inquisitors what he had already told the Russians and the Czechs but until he heard from Control, what else could he do? When Control still sent no word, he formed notions of presenting himself to Lacon and telling his story. Then he decided that Control was waiting for him to get clear of the Nursery before he contacted him. He had a relapse for a few days and when it was over Toby Esterhase turned up in a new suit, apparently to shake him by the hand and wish him good luck. But in fact to tell him how things stood.
‘Bloody odd fellow to send, but he seemed to have come up in the world. Then I remembered what Control said about only using chaps from outstations.’
Esterhase told him that the Circus had very nearly gone under as a result of Testify and that Jim was currently the Circus’s number one leper. Control was out of the game and a reorganisation was going on in order to appease Whitehall.
‘Then he told me not to worry,’ said Jim.
‘In what way not worry?’
‘About my special brief. He said a few people knew the real story, and I needn’t worry because it was being taken care of. All the facts were known. Then he gave me a thousand quid in cash to add to my gratuity.’
‘Who from?’
‘He didn’t say.’
‘Did he mention Control’s theory about Stevcek? Centre’s spy inside the Circus?’
‘The facts were known,’ Jim repeated, glaring. ‘He ordered me not to approach anyone or try to get my story heard because it was all being taken care of at the highest level and anything I did might spoil the kill. The Circus was back on the road. I could forget Tinker, Tailor and the whole damn game: moles, everything. “Drop out,” he said. “You’re a lucky man, Jim,” he kept saying. “You’ve been ordered to become a lotus-eater.” I could forget it. Right? Forget it. Just behave as if it had never happened.’ He was shouting. ‘And that’s what I’ve been doing: obeying orders and forgetting!’
The night landscape seemed to Smiley suddenly innocent; it was like a great canvas on which nothing bad or cruel had ever been painted. Side by side, they stared down the valley over the clusters of lights to a tor raised against the horizon. A single tower stood at its top and for a moment it marked for Smiley the end of the journey.
‘Yes,’ he said. ‘I did a bit of forgetting too. So Toby actually mentioned Tinker, Tailor to you. However did he get hold of that story, unless… And no word from Bill?’ he went on. ‘Not even a postcard.’