Timber Wolf nodded and went back to work with his knife and fork. Charles left the table, then turned back after a couple of paces to retrieve his diary. ‘Age,’ he said with a smile. ‘Doing it more and more. I know it would be safe with you but I mustn’t let myself make a habit of it.’ He picked up his diary, leaving the folded paper he had used to mark the page between his plate and side-plate, partly obscured by each. He didn’t hurry in the loo.

‘Third thing,’ he said as he took his seat back at the table, ‘also concerns Gareth. It’s a rather sensitive subject that I wouldn’t normally mention but for the fact that you’ve known him a long time. There have been certain stories, allegations – call them what you will – in London about his behaviour with women in the office. Nothing sensational, no rape claims or assaults or anything like that, nothing involving the police. Not so far, anyway. It’s more allegations of persistent unwanted attention amounting to harassment. That seems to be the vogue word for it, though I’m not personally convinced it amounts to that. But then I’m rather old-fashioned when it comes to such matters, as I’m constantly reminded. The reason I’m telling you this is that if – when – he does turn up he’ll probably have to face some sort of inquiry by the staff counsellor, a Cabinet Office official who handles staff complaints from within the intelligence agencies. I shall do my best to protect him, of course – especially given whatever’s going on in his head now – but I need to know how much truth there is in these allegations. They could be exaggerated, they could be underestimates, I just don’t know. What would help is if you could tell me whether you’ve ever noticed such tendencies in your long acquaintance.’

Timber Wolf resumed his concerned expression. ‘No, I have never noticed this. He likes women, of course – he is not alone – but he has always behaved very well with them when I have been with him and I am sure he is devoted to Suzanne.’

‘No indications that he has ever been unfaithful?’

‘None at all, no. I can’t imagine it.’

‘Thanks, Eddie, that’s very helpful. It will help me argue his case in his absence.’ He raised his glass. ‘Here’s to Gareth, in the hope that he turns up safe and well and doesn’t come back to some godawful mess and scandal.’

Timber Wolf looked serious. ‘To Gareth, our good friend. Now I must go, Charles.’