Igrat had intercepted him with a full glass and her most seductive smile. She might have a morally flexible outlook on life, even by the standards of New York, but she was an excellent hostess. Appleday sighed gently, his anger leaving him. It was simply impossible for a man to remain angry when Igrat was plying him with drink; although in most cases, her victim would have been wiser to remain angry, alert and sober. They had usually paid for their mistake with their wallets and, on one recent occasion, all their clothes. In that case, her victim had been an aspiring New York politician with strongly pro-Nazi views. One call to a newspaper had followed another to his wife and the scandal had ruined him. Appleday returned her smile with a rueful grin, “I really walked into that little dispute, didn’t I?”
“Like a newling kitten.” Igrat’s humor took any sting out of her words. “Don’t blame Nell; we all react to danger in different ways. Phillip gets all careful and calculating, Mike gets rash, I get lecherous and Nell gets playful. And what she’s doing tomorrow and thereafter isn’t safe. The Pan Am clipper to Shannon will be secure enough, but after that? But, family calls and she’s off to do her duty by them. She’ll have Achillea and Gusoyn with her, so that’s going to help.”
Igrat leaned forward and Appleday found himself looking down the front of her dress. “Now, if you want to get back at Mike, take me away from the party. That’ll set him off nicely.”
Appleday was appalled. “And what will he do to you?”
“He’s drunk, so he’ll take a swing at me. He’ll miss, of course. I’m really good at getting out of the way. Hearing about it will make Nell feel bad as well, so you’ll get a double-barrelled revenge. Want to try it?” Igrat wriggled her shoulders slightly.
“And put you at risk of taking a blow, for the sake of cheap revenge? I’d rather swallow the insult.”
Igrat’s eyebrows rose in surprise. “Why, Humpty, you say the nicest things. You are a gentleman aren’t you? I’m touched, I really am. But really, don’t worry about Mike. He knows very well that if ever one of those swings connects, I’ll be gone and never coming back.”
Appleday looked at her, slightly suspicious that she might be poking fun at him, but her sincerity was obvious. In fact, Igrat was always slightly surprised when she found out that people cared about her. The mental scars from neglect, exploitation and abuse in her early childhood were still there, underneath the stylish, hard exterior. He decided it was time to change the subject. “So how does everybody else react to danger?”
“Oh, Lillith takes off in the opposite direction. Naamah fades into the background and will probable poison the person responsible. Achillea goes towards it carrying every weapon she can find. Achillea’s going to England with Nell, you know. Help look after her.”
“There shouldn’t be any risk.” Appleday thought carefully. “If anything, this is probably the best possible time to go to England. It might be the last chance anybody gets for a long time.”
“It’s going to be that bad over there?” Igrat was genuinely surprised by the comment. “I know your team has elected to stay over here rather than go back to England, but I thought Lord Halifax was going to try and keep Britain out of Germany’s reach?”
Appleday sighed, then reminded himself that anything he said to Igrat would be repeated back to Stuyvesant in exactly the same pitch, tone and emphasis that he had used. “Halifax has bought some time, that’s all. Britain must be either within the German political gestalt or an enemy of it. Its economy, war industries and geographic position all dictate that. The Germans know that invasion is impossible. After all, the German is not an aquatic beast and crossing the Channel is a far more intractable problem than any mere river. They’ve foregone the direct, brutal and rapid approach in favor of a slower absorption, but the policy end is the same. German control over Great Britain. They’ll make small demands, each quite reasonable on its own and Halifax will accept them rather than fight. Then, one day, he’ll wake up and find the whole country has slipped through his fingers. One may always keep the peace if one is prepared to pay the asking price, but I have to ask whether Halifax has even bothered to ask for the statement of account.”
Appleday paused and tried to fight back the tears that were forming in his eyes. He could see what was going to happen so clearly; the fact that Halifax and his accomplices couldn’t filled him with despair. “We have to set up a government in exile, but to do that we need a leader, somebody people can identify with. A group of civil servants won’t be good enough. We need Winnie out and over here, or somebody very like him, and there isn’t anybody quite like Winnie. But, returning to Nell’s visit, everything should be all right now. I think we can be sure there will be a few Gestapo officers in Britain already ‘to find escaped criminals’ or some such excuse, but as for the rest, that will take time. A thousand years of tradition and the slow, painful growth of liberty thrown out in a day. Yes, Igrat, if Nell or anybody else goes to England, now will be the time. Because a long, difficult night is coming and I do not know if we will see the end of it. Or what bringing in a new dawn will cost.”
“Well, Martyn, we’ve had an interesting communication from Bangkok.”
Sir Martyn Sharpe raised his eyebrows in surprise. “From Bangkok? What do they want?”
Sir Eric Haohoa took a delicate sip from his glass of sherry. “As a matter of fact, they asked for nothing. They just supplied us with a complete copy of the Armistice agreement signed between London and Germany on the 19th. They said we ought to have a copy for our records.”
“You mean, they have a complete copy of the agreement and we do not!” Sir Martyn was outraged, and his anger contrasted sharply with the quiet calm displayed by the Assistant Deputy Cabinet Secretary. “That is too bad of London, it is just too bad. They have told us nothing?”
“Still no word, Martyn. London is as quiet as the grave. Our most urgent telegrams have met with no response. As far as they are concerned, the Dominions simply do not exist.”
“What else did the Siamese say?”
Sir Eric coughed gently. “They are Thais now, Martyn. The message came from ‘The Ambassador Plenipotentiary for the King’. Who this person is, we have no real idea. We have asked our local sources out there and they do not know, although some say it has been rumored for many years that the Royal Family has an emissary who expresses their wishes and desires to the government in an unofficial manner. A fixer and trouble-shooter, if you will forgive the Americanisms. If this person is the Ambassador from whom their message to us is sourced, then his contact with us must be approved at the highest levels in the government.”
“‘We ought to have a copy for our files.’ Whoever he is, this Ambassador has a nice sense of humor.” Sir Martyn chuckled at the offhand remark.
“Indeed so. He also says that, once the situation stabilizes, there ought to be a meeting between our two countries to discuss security and trade arrangements in the region.”
Sir Martyn looked reflective at that additional part of the message.
“They’re assuming there will be a break between ourselves and London over this Armistice. Otherwise they would be seeking a meeting with London directly.”