Hector again switched off the recorder.

"Doesn"t he go on then?" Matlock complained sarcastically. "He"s a right tempter, I"ll say that for him! Nothing he won"t tell us, if we give him everything he wants and then some. Even if he has to make it up."

But whether Matlock was convincing himself was another matter. Even if he was, Hector"s reply must have rung like a death sentence in his ears: "Then maybe he made this up too, Billy. One week ago today, the Cyprus headquarters of the Arena Multi Global Trading Conglomerate filed a formal application with the Financial Services Authority to establish a new trading bank in the City of London, to operate under the name of First Arena City Trading and to be known henceforth and for all time by the acronym FACT, hence the FACT Bank Limited, or PLC, or incorporated or what-the-f.u.c.k. The applicants claim to have the support of three major City banks and secured a.s.sets of five hundred million dollars and unsecured a.s.sets of billions. Lots of billions. They"re coy about just how many billions for fear of frightening the horses. The application is supported by a number of august financial inst.i.tutions, domestic and foreign, and an impressive line-up of home-grown ill.u.s.trious names. Your predecessor Aubrey Longrigg and our Minister-of-State-in-Waiting happen to be two ill.u.s.trious names. They are joined in their representations by the usual contingent of bottom-feeders from the House of Lords. Among the several legal advisors retained by Arena to press its case with the Financial Services Authority is the distinguished Dr Bunny Popham of Mount Street, Mayfair. Captain de Salis, formerly of the Royal Navy, has generously offered himself as the spearhead of Arena"s public-relations offensive."

Matlock"s big head has fallen forward. Finally he speaks, but still without raising his head: "It"s all right for you, isn"t it, Hector, sniping from the sidelines. And And your friend Luke here. What about the Service"s standing where it counts? You"re not your friend Luke here. What about the Service"s standing where it counts? You"re not Service Service any more. You"re Hector. What about the outsourcing of our Intelligence requirements to friendly companies, banks by no means excluded? We"re not a crusade, Hector. We"re not hired to rock the boat. We"re here to help steer it. We"re a any more. You"re Hector. What about the outsourcing of our Intelligence requirements to friendly companies, banks by no means excluded? We"re not a crusade, Hector. We"re not hired to rock the boat. We"re here to help steer it. We"re a Service Service."

Meeting little in the way of sympathy in Hector"s gaunt stare, Matlock selects a more personal note: "I"ve always been a status quo man myself, Hector, never been ashamed of it either. Be grateful if this great country of ours gets through another night without mishap, is me. That doesn"t do for you, does it? It"s like the old Soviet joke we used to tell each other back in the Cold War: there"ll be no war, but in the struggle for peace, not a stone will be left standing. An absolutist absolutist is what you are, Hector, I"ve decided. It"s that son of yours who gave you so much pain. He"s turned your head. Adrian." is what you are, Hector, I"ve decided. It"s that son of yours who gave you so much pain. He"s turned your head. Adrian."

Luke held his breath. This was holy ground. Never once, in all the intimate hours he and Hector had pa.s.sed together over Ollie"s soups, and malts in the kitchen after hours, huddled together watching Yvonne"s stolen film footage or listening yet again to Dima"s diatribe had Luke risked so much as a glancing reference to Hector"s errant son. Only by chance had he learned from Ollie that Hector was not to be troubled on a Wednesday or a Sat.u.r.day afternoon, except in dire emergency, because those were his visiting times at Adrian"s open prison in East Anglia.

But Hector appeared not to have heard Matlock"s offending words or, if he had, not to heed them. And as to Matlock, he was so fired up with indignation that he was quite likely unaware that he had spoken them at all.

"Plus another thing, Hector!" he barks. "What"s wrong wrong, when you come down to it, with turning black money to white, at the end of the day? All right, there"s an alternative economy out there. A very big one. We all know that. We"re not born yesterday. More black than white, some countries" economies are, we know that too. Look at Turkey. Look at Colombia, Luke"s parish. All right, look at Russia too. So where would you rather see that money? Black and out there? Or white, and sitting in London in the hands of civilized men, available for legitimate purposes and the public good?"

"Then maybe you should take up laundering yourself, Billy," says Hector quietly. "For the public good."

Now it"s Matlock"s turn not to have heard. Abruptly he changes tack, a trick he has long perfected: "And who"s this Professor Professor we"re hearing about anyway?" he demands, talking straight into Hector"s face. "Or we"re hearing about anyway?" he demands, talking straight into Hector"s face. "Or not not hearing about? Is he your hearing about? Is he your source source for all this? Why am I being fed snippets all the time, no hard data? Why haven"t you cleared him with us or her? I don"t remember anything about a professor crossing for all this? Why am I being fed snippets all the time, no hard data? Why haven"t you cleared him with us or her? I don"t remember anything about a professor crossing my my desk." desk."

"Want to run him, Billy?"

Matlock gives Hector a long, silent stare.

"Be my guest, Billy," Hector urges. "Take him over, whoever he or she is. Take over the whole case, Aubrey Longrigg and all. Hand it to the organized crime people, if you prefer. Call in the Met, the security services and the guards armoured while you"re about it. The Chief may not thank you, but others will."

Matlock is never defeated. Nevertheless, his truculent question has the unmistakable ring of concession: "All right. Let"s do some plain talking for a change. What d"you want? How long for, and how much? Let"s have your full bag. Then let"s empty it out a bit."

"I want this this, Billy. I want to meet Dima face to face when he comes to Paris in three weeks" time. I want to get trade samples out of him exactly as we would from any high-priced defector: names from his list, account numbers, and a sight of his map sorry, link chart. I want written approval yours to take him to first base on the understanding that if he can provide what he says he can provide, we buy him on the nail, at full market price, and don"t p.i.s.s around while he tries to flog himself to the French, the Germans, the Swiss or, G.o.d help us, the Americans, who will need one quick look at his material to confirm their current dismal view of this Service, this government and this country." A bony forefinger shoots into the air and stays there as the fervent light once more rises to his wide grey eyes. "And I want to go barefoot barefoot. You follow me? That means no no tipping off the Paris Station that I"m there, and tipping off the Paris Station that I"m there, and no no operational, financial or logistical support from you or the Service at any level until I ask for it. Got it? Ditto with Berne. I want the case kept watertight and the indoctrination list closed and locked. No more signatories, no whispering in the corridor to best chums. I"ll handle the case operational, financial or logistical support from you or the Service at any level until I ask for it. Got it? Ditto with Berne. I want the case kept watertight and the indoctrination list closed and locked. No more signatories, no whispering in the corridor to best chums. I"ll handle the case on on my own, my own, in in my own way, using Luke here and whatever other resources I choose. All right, go on, now have your fit." my own way, using Luke here and whatever other resources I choose. All right, go on, now have your fit."

So Hector did hear, thought Luke with satisfaction: Billy Boy hit you with Adrian, and you"ve made him pay the price.

Matlock"s outrage was mingled with frank disbelief. "Without the Chief"s word even? Without fourth-floor approval, at all all? Hector Meredith flying solo all over again? Taking information from unsymbolized sources on your own initiative for your own ends? You"re not in the real world, Hector. You never were. Don"t look at what your man"s offering offering. Look at what he"s asking asking! Resettlement for his whole tribe, new ident.i.ties, pa.s.sports, safe houses, amnesties, guarantees, I don"t know what he isn"t isn"t asking! You"d have to have the entire Empowerment Committee behind you, asking! You"d have to have the entire Empowerment Committee behind you, in writing in writing, before you"d get me signing up to that. I don"t trust you. Never did. Nothing"s enough for you. Never was."

"The entire entire Empowerment Committee?" Hector inquired. Empowerment Committee?" Hector inquired.

"As const.i.tuted under Treasury rules. The full Committee of Empowerment, in plenary session, no subcommittees."

"So a clutch of government lawyers, an all-star cast of Foreign Office mandarins, Cabinet Office, the Treasury, not to mention our own fourth floor. You think you can contain that, do you, Billy? In this context? How about the Parliamentary Oversight lot? They"re worth a laugh. Both houses of Parliament, cross-Party, Aubrey Longrigg to the fore, and de Salis"s fully paid-up choir of parliamentary mercenaries, all singing from the same hymn-sheet?"

"The size and const.i.tution of the Empowerment Committee is flexible and and adjustable, Hector, as you very well know. Not all elements have to be present at all times." adjustable, Hector, as you very well know. Not all elements have to be present at all times."

"And this is what you propose before I"ve even spoken to Dima? You want a scandal before the scandal"s broken? Is that what you"re pushing for? Go wide, blow the source before you"ve let him show you what he"s got to sell, and sod the consequences? Is that seriously what you"re suggesting? You"ll let the s.h.i.t hit the fan before it"s even turning, all to save your back? And you talk about the good of the Service."

Luke had to hand it to Matlock. Even now, he did not relax his aggression.

"So it"s the interests of the Service we"re protecting at last! Well, well. I"m glad to hear it, late as it may be. What are you you suggesting?" suggesting?"

"Hold off your committee meeting until after Paris."

"And in the meantime?"

"Against your better judgement and all you hold dear, such as your own a.r.s.e, you give me a temporary operational licence, thereby entrusting the whole affair to the hands of a maverick officer who can be disowned the moment the operation goes belly up: me. Hector Meredith has his virtues, but he"s an identified loose cannon and he"s exceeded his brief. Media please copy."

"And if the operation doesn"t doesn"t go belly up?" go belly up?"

"You a.s.semble the smallest version of the Empowerment Committee that you can get away with."

"And you"ll address it."

"And you"ll be on sick leave."

"That"s not fair, Hector."

"It wasn"t intended to be, Billy."

Luke never knew what piece of paper it was that Matlock was drawing from the recesses of his jacket, what it said and didn"t say, whether both signed it or only one, whether there was a copy and if so who kept it and where, because Hector reminded him, not for the first time, that he had an engagement, and he had left the room to keep it by the time Matlock was spreading out his wares on the table.

But he would remember all his life the walk back to Hampstead through the last of the evening sunshine, and wondering whether he might just stop by on Perry and Gail at their flat in Primrose Hill on his way, and urge them to run for their lives while there was time.

And from there his thoughts as so often strayed, with no prompting from him, to the booze-sodden sixty-year-old Colombian drug lord who, for reasons neither he nor Luke would ever understand, decided that instead of providing Luke with Intelligence, which he had done for the last two years, he would lock him up in a stinking jungle stockade for a month and leave him to the tender mercies of his lieutenants, then bring him a set of clean clothes and a bottle of tequila and invite him to find his own way back to Eloise.

11.

Of the many emotions that Gail had expected to feel as she boarded the 12.29 Eurostar from St Pancras Station bound for Paris on a cloudy Sat.u.r.day afternoon in June, relief was about the last of them. Yet relief, albeit hedged around with every sort of caveat and reservation, was what she felt, and if Perry"s face opposite her was anything to go by, so did he. If relief meant clarity, if it meant harmony between them restored, and getting back on track with Natasha and the girls and mopping Perry"s brow when he was doing his Land and Liberty number, then Gail was relieved; which didn"t mean she"d tossed her critical faculties out of the window, or was one half as enchanted as Perry patently was by his role as master-spy.

Perry"s conversion to the cause had come as no big surprise to her, though you had to be a Perry-watcher to know just how far he had moved: from high-minded rejection to outright commitment to what Hector referred to as The Job. Sometimes, it was true, Perry would express residual moral or ethical reservations, even doubts is this really really the only way to handle this? Isn"t there a simpler route to the same end? but he was capable of asking himself the same question halfway up a thousand-foot overhang. the only way to handle this? Isn"t there a simpler route to the same end? but he was capable of asking himself the same question halfway up a thousand-foot overhang.

The original seeds of his conversion, she now realized, had been planted not by Hector but by Dima, who since Antigua had acquired the dimensions of a Rousseau-esque n.o.ble savage in the Perry lexicon: "Just imagine who we"d we"d have been if we"d been born into have been if we"d been born into his his life, Gail. You can"t get away from the fact: it"s practically a badge of honour to be selected by him. And I mean, think of those life, Gail. You can"t get away from the fact: it"s practically a badge of honour to be selected by him. And I mean, think of those children children!"

Oh, she thought of the children all right. She thought of them day and night, and most particularly she thought about Natasha, which was one reason why she had refrained from suggesting to Perry that, stuck out on a headland in Antigua with the fear of G.o.d in him, Dima mightn"t exactly have been spoiled for choice when it came to selecting a messenger, confessor, or prisoner"s friend, or whatever it was that Perry had been appointed, or had appointed himself. She"d always known there was a slumbering romantic in him waiting to be woken when selfless dedication was on offer, and if there was a whiff of danger in the air, so much the better.

The only missing character had been a fellow zealot to sound the bugle: until enter on cue Hector, the charming, witty, falsely relaxed, eternal litigant, as she saw him; the archetypal justice-obsessed client who had spent his life proving he owned the land that Westminster Abbey was built on. And probably if her Chambers spent a hundred years on his case he would be proved right and the courts would find for him. But in the meantime the Abbey would remain pretty much where it was, and life would go on as before.

And Luke? Well, Luke was Luke, as far as Perry was concerned, a safe pair of hands, no argument: a good pro, conscientious, savvy. All the same, it had been a comfort to Perry, he had to admit, to learn that Luke was not, as they had at first a.s.sumed, the team leader, but Hector"s lieutenant. And since Hector could do no wrong in Perry"s eyes, this was obviously the right thing for Luke to be.

Gail was not so sure. The more she had seen of Luke over their two weeks of "familiarization", the more inclined she was to regard him despite his twitchiness and exaggerated courtesy and the worry-ripples that flitted across his face when he thought n.o.body was looking as the safer pair of hands; and Hector, with his bold a.s.surances and ribald wit and overwhelming powers of persuasion, as the loose cannon.

That Luke was also in love with her neither surprised nor discomfited her. Men fell in love with her all the time. There was security in knowing where their feelings lay. That Perry was unaware of this came as no surprise to her either. His lack of awareness was also a kind of security.

What disturbed her most was the pa.s.sion of Hector"s commitment: the sense that he was a man with a mission the very sense that so enchanted Perry.

"Oh, I"m still on the testing-bench," Perry had said, in one of his throwaway self-denunciations he was so fond of. "Hector"s the formed man formed man" a distinction he constantly aspired to, and was so reluctant to bestow.

Hector a formed version of Perry Perry? Hector the raw action man raw action man who did the stuff Perry only talked about? Well, who was in the front line now? Perry. And who was doing the talking? Hector. who did the stuff Perry only talked about? Well, who was in the front line now? Perry. And who was doing the talking? Hector.

And it wasn"t only Hector that Perry was enchanted by. It was Ollie too. Perry, who prided himself on a shrewd eye when it came to deciding who was a good man on a rope, had simply not been able to believe, any more than Gail had, that lumbering, out-of-condition Ollie with his camp ways and single earring and overintelligence, and the buried foreign accent she hadn"t been able to trace and was too polite to question, should turn out to be the model of a born educator: meticulous, articulate, determined to make every lesson fun and every lesson stick.

Never mind it was their precious weekends that were being hijacked, or it was late evening after a wearying day in Chambers or in court; or that Perry had been in Oxford all day attending ball-breaking graduation ceremonies, saying goodbye to his students, clearing out his digs. Ollie within moments had them in his spell, whether they were walled up in the bas.e.m.e.nt, or sitting in a crowded cafe on Tottenham Court Road with Luke out on the pavement and big Ollie in his cab with his beret on, while they tested the toys from his black museum of fountain pens, blazer b.u.t.tons and tiepins that could listen, transmit, record, or all of the above; and for the girls, costume jewellery.

"Now which ones do we think are us us, maybe, Gail?" Ollie had asked when it came to her turn to be fitted. And when she replied, "If you want it straight, Ollie, I wouldn"t be seen dead in any of them," off they had trotted to Liberty"s to find something that was more her her.

Yet the chances of them ever having to use Ollie"s toys were, as he was anxious to tell her, virtually zero: "Hector, he wouldn"t dream dream of letting you of letting you near near them for the main event, darling. It"s only for the "in case". It"s for when all of a sudden you"re going to hear something wonderful that n.o.body was ever expecting, and there"s no risk to life or property or such, and all we need is to be sure you"ve got the necessary know-how to work it." them for the main event, darling. It"s only for the "in case". It"s for when all of a sudden you"re going to hear something wonderful that n.o.body was ever expecting, and there"s no risk to life or property or such, and all we need is to be sure you"ve got the necessary know-how to work it."

With hindsight Gail doubted this. She suspected that Ollie"s toys were in reality teaching aids for instilling psychological dependency in the people who were being taught to play with them.

"Your familiarization course will proceed at your your convenience, not ours," Hector had informed them, addressing his newly recruited troops on their first evening in a pompous voice she never heard him use again so perhaps he too was nervous. "Perry, if you find yourself stuck in Oxford for an unscheduled meeting or whatever, stay stuck and give us a call. Gail, whatever you do at Chambers, don"t push your luck. The message is act natural and look busy. Any alteration in either of your lifestyles will raise eyebrows and be counter-productive. With me?" convenience, not ours," Hector had informed them, addressing his newly recruited troops on their first evening in a pompous voice she never heard him use again so perhaps he too was nervous. "Perry, if you find yourself stuck in Oxford for an unscheduled meeting or whatever, stay stuck and give us a call. Gail, whatever you do at Chambers, don"t push your luck. The message is act natural and look busy. Any alteration in either of your lifestyles will raise eyebrows and be counter-productive. With me?"

Next, he reiterated for Gail"s benefit the promise he had made to Perry: "We shall tell you as little as we can get away with, but whatever we do tell you will be the truth. You"re a pair of innocents abroad. That"s how Dima wants you, and that"s how I want you, and so do Luke and Ollie here. What you don"t know you can"t f.u.c.k up. Every new face has got to be be a new face to you. Every first time has got to a new face to you. Every first time has got to be be a first time. Dima"s plan is to launder you the way he launders money. Launder you into his social landscape, make you respectable currency. Effectively, he"ll be under house arrest wherever he goes, and will have been since Moscow. That"s his problem and he"ll have thought hard and long about how to solve it. As ever, the initiative is with the poor b.u.g.g.e.r in the field. It"s Dima"s job to show us what he can manage, when and how." And as a typical Hector afterthought: "I"m foul-mouthed. Relaxes me, brings me down to earth. Luke and Ollie here are prudes, so it evens out." a first time. Dima"s plan is to launder you the way he launders money. Launder you into his social landscape, make you respectable currency. Effectively, he"ll be under house arrest wherever he goes, and will have been since Moscow. That"s his problem and he"ll have thought hard and long about how to solve it. As ever, the initiative is with the poor b.u.g.g.e.r in the field. It"s Dima"s job to show us what he can manage, when and how." And as a typical Hector afterthought: "I"m foul-mouthed. Relaxes me, brings me down to earth. Luke and Ollie here are prudes, so it evens out."

And then the homily: "This is not, repeat not, a training session. We don"t happen to have a couple of years to spare: just a few hours spread over a couple of weeks. So it"s familiarization, it"s confidence-building, it"s establishing trust in all weathers. You in us, us in you. But you are not not spies. So for Christ"s sake don"t try to be. Don"t even spies. So for Christ"s sake don"t try to be. Don"t even think think about surveillance. You are about surveillance. You are not not surveillance-conscious people. You"re a young couple enjoying a spree in Paris. So don"t for f.u.c.k"s sake start dawdling at shop windows, peering over your shoulders or ducking into side alleys. Mobiles are a slightly different matter," he went on, without a blip. "Did either of you use your phones in front of Dima or his gang?" surveillance-conscious people. You"re a young couple enjoying a spree in Paris. So don"t for f.u.c.k"s sake start dawdling at shop windows, peering over your shoulders or ducking into side alleys. Mobiles are a slightly different matter," he went on, without a blip. "Did either of you use your phones in front of Dima or his gang?"

They had used their mobiles from the balcony of their cabin, Gail to call her Chambers concerning Samson v. Samson Samson v. Samson, Perry to call his landlady in Oxford.

"Did anyone in Dima"s lot ever hear either of your phones go off?"

No. Emphatic.

"Do Dima or Tamara know either or both of your mobile numbers?"

"No," said Perry.

"No," Gail replied, if slightly less confidently.

Natasha had Gail"s number and Gail had Natasha"s. But within the four corners of the question, her reply was truthful.

"Then they can have our encrypted jobs, Ollie," Hector said. "Blue for Gail, silver for him. And you two people please hand over your SIM cards to Ollie and he"ll do the necessary. Your new phones will be encrypted for the calls between the five of us only. You"ll find the three of us pre-set under Tom, d.i.c.k and Harry. Tom"s me. Luke"s d.i.c.k. Ollie"s Harry. Perry, you"re Milton after the poet. Gail"s Doolittle after Eliza. All pre-set. Everything else on the phones functions as per usual. Yes, Gail?"

Gail the barrister: "Will you be listening to our calls from now on, if you haven"t been already?"

Laughter.

"We shall be listening only on the pre-set encrypted lines."

"No others? Sure?"

"No others. Truth."

"Not even when I call my five secret lovers?"

"Not even, alas."

"How about our personal texts?"

"Absolutely no. It"s a waste of time and we"re not into that stuff."

"If our pre-set lines to one another are encrypted, why do we need our funny names?"

"Because people on buses earwig. Any more questions from the prosecution? Ollie, where"s the b.l.o.o.d.y malt?"

"Got it right here, Skipper. Actually, I got a new bottle already" in that irritatingly unplaceable voice.

"So your family, Luke?" Gail had asked him over soup and a bottle of red in the kitchen one evening before they went home.

It amazed her that she hadn"t asked him the question before. Perhaps dark thought she hadn"t wanted to, preferring to keep him on a hook. It evidently amazed Luke too, because his hand rose sharply to his forehead to comfort a small, livid scar that seemed to come and go of its own accord. A fellow spy"s pistol b.u.t.t? Or an angry wife"s frying pan?

"One child only, I"m afraid, Gail," he said, as if he should be apologizing for not having more. "Boy. Marvellous little chap. Ben, we call him. Taught me everything I know about life. Beats me at chess too, I"m proud to say. Yes." Twitch of the stray eyelid. "Trouble is, we never get around to finishing a game. Too much of this this."

This? Did he mean booze? Spying? Or falling in love? Did he mean booze? Spying? Or falling in love?

She had briefly suspected him of having a thing with Yvonne, largely from the way Yvonne discreetly mothered him. Then she decided they were just a man and a woman working side by side: until an evening when she caught his eyes staring now at Yvonne, now at herself, as if they were both some sort of higher being, and she thought she"d never seen such a sad face in all her life.

It"s last night. It"s end of term. It"s end of school altogether. There will never be another two weeks like these. In the kitchen, Yvonne and Ollie are cooking a sea ba.s.s in salt. Ollie is singing from La Traviata La Traviata, rather well, and Luke is doing appreciation, smiling at everyone and shaking his head in exaggerated marvel. Hector has brought a grand bottle of Meursault actually, two bottles. But first of all, he needs to talk to Perry and Gail alone in the Headmaster"s chintzy drawing room. Do we sit or stand? Hector is standing so Perry, ever the formalist despite himself, stands too. Gail selects an upright chair under a Roberts print of Damascus.

"So," says Hector.

So, they agree.

"Last words, then. Without witnesses. The Job is dangerous. I"ve told you before but I"m telling you again now. It"s f.u.c.king f.u.c.king dangerous. You can still jump ship and no hard feelings. If you stay aboard, we"ll wet-nurse you all we can, but we"ve got no logistical support worth a hoot. Or as we say in the trade, we"re going in barefoot. You don"t have to say your goodbyes. Forget Ollie"s fish. Get your coats from the hall, walk out of the front door, none of it happened. Last call." dangerous. You can still jump ship and no hard feelings. If you stay aboard, we"ll wet-nurse you all we can, but we"ve got no logistical support worth a hoot. Or as we say in the trade, we"re going in barefoot. You don"t have to say your goodbyes. Forget Ollie"s fish. Get your coats from the hall, walk out of the front door, none of it happened. Last call."

The last of many, if he did but know. Perry and Gail have discussed the same question every night of the last fourteen. Perry was determined she should answer for them both, so she does: "We"re all right. We"ve decided. We"ll do it," she says, sounding more heroic than she means to, and Perry does a big, slow nod and says, "Yup, definitely," which doesn"t sound like him either a thing he must know, because he promptly turns Hector"s question back on him: "So how about you you people?" he demands. "Don"t people?" he demands. "Don"t you you ever have doubts?" ever have doubts?"

"Oh, we"re f.u.c.ked anyway," Hector replies carelessly. "That"s the point, isn"t it? If you"re going to be f.u.c.ked, be f.u.c.ked in a good cause."

Which for Perry, of course, is balm to his puritan ear.

And to judge by the expression on Perry"s face as they pulled into the Gare du Nord, the same balm was still working, because there was a suppressed I-am-Britain look about him that was completely new to Gail. It wasn"t till they reached the Hotel des Quinze Anges a typical Perry choice: scruffy, narrow, five rickety floors high, tiny rooms, twin beds the size of ironing boards, and a stone"s throw from the rue du Bac that the full impact of what they had signed up to hit them. It was as if their sessions in the Bloomsbury house with its chummy family atmosphere a cosy hour with Ollie, another with Luke, Yvonne has dropped by, Hector"s on his way over for a nightcap had instilled in them a sense of immunity which, now they were alone, had evaporated.

They also discovered that they had lost the power of natural speech and were talking to each other like an ideal couple in a television commercial: "I"m really really looking forward to tomorrow, aren"t you?" says Doolittle to Milton. "I"ve never seen Federer in the flesh before. I"m really thrilled." looking forward to tomorrow, aren"t you?" says Doolittle to Milton. "I"ve never seen Federer in the flesh before. I"m really thrilled."

"I just hope the weather will hold," Milton replies to Doolittle with a worried glance at the window.