‘Do I have an appointment?’
‘No. And don’t make one. Just claim I told you you had one. It will sound like a typical army balls-up.’
Conrad smiled. ‘Thank you, sir.’
‘Very good. Leave an address where we can get you at short notice. Between us, there is a good chance that we may be ordered to France in the next few days as reinforcements. If that happens, I want you back with the battalion right away.’
Pall Mall, London
Alston sipped his whisky and listened to the secret-service officer. They were meeting in Alston’s club, having decided a long time before that it was more discreet to meet openly. There was nothing suspicious about a Conservative MP having a quiet conversation with a senior member of SIS, whereas a clandestine meeting would be more remarkable.
‘De Lancey is coming to London tomorrow,’ the officer said.
‘But damn it, McCaigue! I thought you had arranged for him to be confined to barracks.’
Major McCaigue shrugged. ‘His CO seems to have sent him here on an errand. There’s not much one can do about that, at least not right away.’ He raised his eyebrows. ‘But isn’t this good news? I thought you had arranged a welcome for him, next time he came to town.’
‘I suppose so,’ said Alston.
‘We’ve discussed this,’ said McCaigue. ‘I can’t help you with that kind of thing, at least not directly. I can’t be seen to be conspiring with you, even by my colleagues.’
McCaigue was Alston’s man inside the secret service. He had provided Alston with sound advice for several months now, part of which was that if the secret service was to be seen conspiring to launch a coup, any new government’s legitimacy would be questioned. So McCaigue had been very careful.
‘I understand,’ said Alston, embarrassed by his own squeamishness. ‘I’ll deal with de Lancey.’ All he needed to do was to tell Constance, and she would get Sullivan to take care of it. ‘We intend to make a move in the next week or so. Churchill is becoming more vulnerable by the day.’
‘Good,’ said McCaigue.
‘How do you think your colleagues will take it?’
‘It’s hard to say. Provided you can avoid it seeming like a coup, then I think they will go along with it. You know, “peace with honour”. And most of us are still more worried by the Soviets than the Nazis. I know I am. I don’t trust that Nazi — Soviet pact. Stalin just wanted half of Poland, and that was his way to take it. You wait until he wants the other half and see what happens then.’
Alston knew that McCaigue’s main motivation wasn’t his loyalty to Alston or even the Duke of Windsor, but a deep conviction that the Bolshevik revolution of 1917 had just been the start of a long-term grab for power by the working classes. He loathed and feared Russia, or, to be more precise, the idea that had become embodied in the Soviet Union. McCaigue was fighting for civilization against communism. In that battle, it made much more sense to have the Nazis with you rather than against you.
Alston could go along with that idea.
‘Have you heard about the arrests this morning?’ McCaigue asked.
‘What arrests?’
‘An American diplomat called Tyler Kent and a Russian woman, Anna Wolkoff.’
‘No, I hadn’t heard about them,’ said Alston.
‘Do you know them?’ McCaigue asked.
‘Isn’t Anna Wolkoff the manager of the Russian Tea Rooms?’
‘You don’t go there, do you?’ McCaigue asked with a hint of disapproval.
‘Just once or twice, but that’s all. It didn’t seem very discreet.’
‘It certainly isn’t that. And don’t go again. There will be more arrests.’
‘Ah.’ Alston sipped his whisky. ‘There is a friend of mine, Mrs Scott-Dunton — you probably remember she was in Holland last November. You helped tidy up after her then.’ Alston knew it was McCaigue who, on his own initiative, had arranged for suspicion for Millie de Lancey’s murder to fall on a German spy rather than Constance. ‘I’m afraid she spends quite a lot of time at the Tea Rooms, and she knows Mr Kent. She has been very helpful to me in various important ways over the last few months. It would be disastrous if she were arrested. It might undermine the whole plan.’
‘Oh dear,’ said McCaigue. ‘She hasn’t exactly been careful, has she?’
Alston didn’t like his tone. ‘I’m serious, McCaigue. It would be bad for all of us.’
McCaigue smiled quickly. ‘Don’t worry, Sir Henry. I’ll see what I can do to protect her.’
‘On the other hand, what about Mosley?’ said Alston. ‘It might be convenient if he was arrested. The last thing we want is him taking advantage of the government in disarray to launch his own coup.’
McCaigue grinned. ‘It would be convenient, wouldn’t it?’
44
Extract from Lieutenant Dieter von Hertenberg’s Diary
21 May
Saw the English Channel this morning! Blue sea in brilliant sunshine. There was haze to the north so we couldn’t see the white cliffs of Dover, but we are probably too far away here anyway. It’s remarkable that only eleven days ago we were crossing the border into Luxembourg. That’s 350 km! But I am so tired. We are all tired, including the tanks. But it turns out that 2nd Panzer hadn’t run out of fuel after all.
The Allied armies are cut in two. Now — do we head north or south? The British Expeditionary Force is to the north, Paris to the south. Waiting for orders.
I am immensely proud of what we have achieved. I wonder what Theo would think. From what I can tell, the intelligence he gathered helped the High Command come up with the plan we have just followed with such success. We are taking part in possibly the most glorious victory in our country’s history. As a German officer, how can Theo not be proud of his part in that?
The French and the British must realize they have lost. Maybe now there will be peace. That must be a good thing.
St George’s Hospital, Hyde Park Corner, London, 21 May
As Conrad waited outside the entrance to the hospital, he was reminded of those times nearly two years before when he had stood outside St Hedwig’s in the Jewish quarter of Berlin, waiting for Anneliese. The uniform was different, but it was the same woman whose face lit up when she saw him. The same smile.
She kissed him quickly, and led him over the road to the park. ‘I was worried you wouldn’t be able to come.’
‘I have a very understanding CO, thank God. I’m here on official business: talking to the War Office about equipment.’
‘How long until you have to return?’
‘A week is the maximum. Unless the battalion is sent to France, in which case I will have to rejoin them immediately. What have you got to tell me?’
‘Let’s wait till we are in the park.’
They walked rapidly and in silence across Rotten Row. Only when they were a good distance from Knightsbridge did Anneliese talk.
‘Oh, Conrad. She did it! Constance killed your sister.’
‘I thought so,’ said Conrad, anger surging through his body. ‘How did you get her to admit it?’
‘She was showing off. About the secret mission she had been sent on to Holland by Alston.’
‘Did she say why?’
‘Not really. She said the trip had been a disaster and she had been forced to kill someone. She didn’t say who, but it can only have been your sister, can’t it?’
‘It must have been,’ said Conrad. ‘It’s hardly conclusive proof. I’m not even sure it would count as evidence.’