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Chapters (60)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Introduction
  4. Prologue
  5. Chapter 1
  6. Chapter 2
  7. Chapter 3
  8. Chapter 4
  9. Chapter 5
  10. Chapter 6
  11. Chapter 7
  12. Chapter 8
  13. Chapter 9
  14. Chapter 10
  15. Chapter 11
  16. Chapter 12
  17. Chapter 13
  18. Chapter 14
  19. Chapter 15
  20. Chapter 16
  21. Chapter 17
  22. Chapter 18
  23. Chapter 19
  24. Chapter 20
  25. Chapter 21
  26. Chapter 22
  27. Chapter 23
  28. Chapter 24
  29. Chapter 25
  30. Chapter 26
  31. Chapter 27
  32. Chapter 28
  33. Chapter 29
  34. Chapter 30
  35. Chapter 31
  36. Chapter 32
  37. Chapter 33
  38. Chapter 34
  39. Chapter 35
  40. Chapter 36
  41. Chapter 37
  42. Chapter 38
  43. Chapter 39
  44. Chapter 40
  45. Chapter 41
  46. Chapter 42
  47. Chapter 43
  48. Chapter 44
  49. Chapter 45
  50. Chapter 46
  51. Chapter 47
  52. Chapter 48
  53. Chapter 49
  54. Chapter 50
  55. Chapter 51
  56. Epilogue
  57. Glossary
  58. Author’s Note
  59. Acknowledgements
  60. About the Author

‘No, perhaps not, Gerald. Anyway. I’m sure you didn’t ask me here to talk about cricket, fantastic result though it was.’

‘No. Quite right. Shall we go into the study? There’s a few briefing papers there I want you to take a look at.’

The younger man sat down where his superior indicated, in front of his desk.

‘We’ve got a bit of potential trouble in your neck of the woods, Robert, and we need it closing down. One way or another. It’s something that – if it got into the wrong hands – could cause a bit of a stink. Margaret is particularly worried.’

The younger man always found it slightly affected the way his superior referred to the Prime Minister as Margaret, as though she was a personal friend. They both knew she wasn’t. Behind the faux concern she could turn on with the slightest excuse – and the softly, softly voice – was an utterly ruthless politician. Brilliant – in some people’s eyes – but utterly ruthless. From a personal point of view, Robert couldn’t stand her. But then – despite what people assumed – he wasn’t really a Tory at all. His sympathies lay much further to the left. But in this day and age, it didn’t do to make that too public, especially in the Circus.

‘In the German sector?’

‘Exactly. Particularly the red side of the divide.’

‘I thought we were of the opinion that relations were thawing. The talks on medium-range missiles last year, Reagan lifting the grain embargo earlier this year. We almost seem to be heading into a period of détente.’

‘Perhaps, perhaps. But this isn’t really an East–West thing.’

‘No?’

‘No.’ The older man spread out some documents on the desk. ‘No, this is more a British–German thing, a historic thing really, something that should be left in the past. But unfortunately the East Germans are pushing their noses into things that don’t really concern them, or shouldn’t really concern them. So, as I say, we need it shutting down. It’s your job to come up with a strategy for that. Do you think you can do that, old man?’

‘Well, let’s have a look at all this and see what we can do, shall we?’

‘Aha. Not committing yourself there, then. Sensible chap. I doubt it’s that complicated though. As you’ll see, it concerns an academic being feted by the East Germans for some of his historic research.’

‘That seems a little . . . esoteric, shall we say?’

‘Well yes, and no. If it goes the way we expect it to go without any intervention, it could bring some pretty big names down. Alive and dead.’

‘Dead? Surely we’ve not entered the realms of protecting the reputations of the dead?’