Mexico Set. Len Deighton
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Название: Mexico Set
Автор: Len Deighton
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Историческая литература
isbn: 9780007387199
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‘He must have been getting the message by that time,’ I said.
‘Yes, he became cautious,’ said Werner. ‘I suppose he was frightened in case I was trying to make a fool of him.’
‘And?’
‘I had to make it a little more specific. I said that this friend of mine could always arrange a job in England for anyone with experience of security work. He’d just come down here for a couple of weeks’ holiday in Mexico after travelling through the US, recruiting security experts for a very big British corporation, a company that did work for the British government. The pay is very good, I told him, with a long contract optional both sides.’
‘I wish you really did have a friend like that, Werner,’ I said. ‘I’d want to meet him myself. How did Stinnes react?’
‘What’s he going to say, Bernie? I mean, what would you or I say, in his place, faced with the same proposition?’
‘He said maybe?’
‘He said yes … or as near as he dared go to yes. But he’s frightened it’s a trap. Anyone would be frightened of it being a trap. He said he wanted more details, and a chance to think about it. He’d have to meet the man doing the recruiting. I said I was just a go-between of course …’
‘And he believed you are just the go-between?’
‘I suppose so,’ said Werner. He picked up the orchid and examined it as if seeing one for the first time. ‘You can’t grow orchids in Mexico City, but here in Cuernavaca they flourish. No one knows why. Maybe it’s the smog.’
‘Don’t just suppose so, Werner.’ He made me angry when he avoided important questions by changing the subject of conversation. ‘I wasn’t kidding last night … what I said to Zena. I wasn’t kidding about them getting rough.’
‘He believed me,’ said Werner in a tone that indicated that he was just trying to calm me down.
‘Stinnes is no amateur,’ I said. ‘He’s the one they assigned to me when I was arrested over there. He had me taken to the Normannenstrasse building and sat with me half the night, discussing the more subtle aspects of Sherlock Holmes and laughing and smoking and making it clear that if he was in charge of things they’d be kicking shit out of me.’
‘We’ve both seen a lot of KGB specimens like Erich Stinnes,’ said Werner. ‘He’s affable enough over a stein of beer but in other circumstances he could be a nasty piece of work. And not to be trusted, Bernie. I kept my distance from him. I’m no hero, you know that.’
‘Was there anyone with him?’
‘An older man – fifty or so – built like a tank, cropped hair, can’t seem to speak any language without a strong Russian accent.’
‘Sounds like the one who went with him to the Biedermann house. Pavel, he called him. I told you what they said, didn’t I?’
‘I guessed it was him. Luckily Pavel isn’t really fluent in German, expecially when Stinnes and I got going. Stinnes got rid of him as soon as he realized the drift my conversation was taking. I thought that might have been a good sign.’
‘I can use all the good signs we can get, Werner.’ I drank some coffee. ‘It’s all right telling him about language lessons in Hampshire, but he knows the real score would be him sitting in some lousy little safe house blowing KGB networks. And drinking half a bottle of Scotch every night in an effort to forget what damage he’s doing to his own people, and that he’s going to have to start doing it all over again next morning. Hey, don’t look so worried, Werner.’
He looked at me, biting his lip. ‘He knows you’re here, Bernie, I’m sure he does.’ There was a note of anxiety now. ‘He asked if I knew an Englishman who was a friend of Paul Biedermann. I said Paul knew lots of Englishmen. He said yes, but this one knew all the Biedermann family and had done for years.’
‘That description fits lots of people,’ I said.
‘But it doesn’t fit anyone else who’s in Mexico City,’ said Werner. ‘I think Stinnes knows you’re here. And if he knows you’re here, that’s bad.’
‘Why is it bad?’ I said, although I knew what he was going to say. I’d known Werner so long that our minds ran on the same track.
‘Because it sounds like he got it from Paul Biedermann.’
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