Traitors' Gate (48 page)

By now, although no definite reference was made to
Torch
outside the offices of the Planners, it was generally recognised that everyone in the basement knew about it; so Gregory raised an eyebrow and replied, ‘You’ve left things pretty late, haven’t you? I should have thought you planning boys would have handed your stuff to the staff of the Force Commander long before this, and been working things out for landings in Norway or Burma next summer.’

His friend shrugged. ‘The STRATS and the FOPS are; and at the same time are arguing the respective merits of our going into Denmark, Holland, Cherbourg, Sardinia, Sumatra, the Kra Isthmus and lots of other places. But the little party to which I belong is operational as well; so we are in it up to the neck till the last minute. From the wars of the Ancients onward, every major operation has had to have its Cover Plan, and it’s our responsibility to pull the wool over the eyes of the enemy. I don’t mind telling you, it’s quite a headache. We could easily make a mess of things, and if we do we’ll have a hell of a lot to answer for.’

‘I see. Then I don’t envy that nice boss of yours. How d’you feel about your prospects?’

‘It’s difficult to say, because this is our first big show. I think they’re pretty good. Of course, we are copying the Germans in putting out all sorts of false rumours, and everyone who’s not in the show will be waving red cloaks like mad to draw the Nazi bull off in the wrong direction. But it’s impossible to say if they’ll fall for that. If they don’t, it may lead to about the biggest disaster with which the British Army has ever met.’

Gregory nodded sympathetically. ‘It must be worrying you out of your wits. Come along to the mess and have a drink. I’m sure you need one.’

Three days later he saw Sabine; but not to speak to. He had run into an old friend, a journalist who had become a war-correspondent, and as neither had anything on that night they agreed to dine together at the Café Royal. As they sat down in the restaurant he caught sight of Sabine only a few tables away. Her escort was a tall rather flamboyant-looking dark man, with a high bald forehead, flashing eyes and a bushy black moustache. On seeing Gregory she smiled and waved to him, and he waved back.

‘Who is your lovely friend?’ enquired the journalist.

Gregory told him, and added, ‘It’s really your job to know by sight everyone who matters. Does that cover the fellow she is with?’

‘Oh yes. He is Colonel Vladan Kasdar, the Moldavian Military Attaché. Not a bad chap as they go; but I wish to goodness all these neutral military attachés could be made to take a running jump and drown themselves in the Thames.’

‘Why do you wish that?’ Gregory asked with a laugh.

‘Because they are so damn dangerous. I’m on pretty good terms with one or two people in M.I.5, and they tell me that they have the Nazi spy system taped. If one is parachuted in or lands from a U-boat, they can nab him within twenty-four hours. So all the leaks that take place are through the neutral Embassies and Legations. Of course it’s their job to collect as much information as they can for their own Governments and most of the Swiss, Swedes, Turks and the rest are our very good friends. But there are black sheep in every flock, and the Nazis pay big money for the real goods.’

‘I see; and they get the stuff out in the Embassy bags.’

‘That’s it. The bags enjoy diplomatic privilege and are still immune from censorship; so it’s easy enough for chaps like Kasdar to slip a private note in for someone who is working with them in their own capital, and within a few hours its contents have been passed on to Berlin.’

Gregory looked thoughtful, then he said, ‘I wonder our Government doesn’t put an embargo on the bags—anyhow for a week or so before big operations are to take place.’

‘There would be one hell of a fuss if they did,’ replied the journalist, ‘but, all the same, I wish they would. And I have a personal interest in the matter at the moment. In your job you must know as well as I do that there’s a big show pending. The northern ports are positively bursting with troops and shipping. Naturally people like myself are not told where they are off to or when; but it can’t be long now because I’ve been told to stand by to go with them. And I don’t mind taking normal risks, but I’m damned if I want to drown just because some Ruritanian type, like Kasdar, is anxious to earn a bit of extra cash to lavish on luscious little dishes of the kind he has with him now.’

The following day Gregory was not due to go on duty until the afternoon and, after breakfast, when he was straightening up the contents of a chest of drawers, he came upon the three big tins of
foie-gras
that Levianski had got for him in Budapest. He had intended one for Sir Pellinore, one for Erika and himself, and one for the girl in S.O.E. Since his return, during most of his off-duty hours, his mind had been too distraught with unhappy brooding to do anything about them; but it occurred to him now that a good way to fill in the morning would be to deliver the one for … yes, Diana was her name.

After a short wait he was shown into her office and presented his gift. She was naturally delighted, and said what a treat it would be for her step-father, whose passion for
foie-gras
had inspired her to suggest that Gregory should pose as a truffle merchant in Budapest. She then asked him how he had got on there.

He told her how the identity of Commandant Tavenier had unforeseeably landed him in the soup, and that he owed his escape to her private enterprise in having provided him with a safe contact in Levianski. He added that he had come home
with what he believed to be a first class coup; but unfortunately he had had all his trouble for nothing, as the Government found themselves unable to take advantage of it.

‘That is hard luck!’ She looked down for a moment and her long lashes veiled her eyes as she added, ‘I suppose they have their hands pretty full at the moment.’

‘That’s about it!’ he agreed, ‘and I expect you have too; so I mustn’t keep you.’ Then, as he stood up, he said on a sudden impulse. ‘I suppose you wouldn’t care to dine with me one night?’

The expression on her small aristocratic face remained noncommittal and she replied quietly: ‘That depends. Quite a lot of our men who have returned from doing jobs abroad ask me out to dinner. Many of them have been through a most appalling time, and they know that it will be only a week or two before they have to go off and risk their lives again. Some of them think that entitles them to expect me, or other girls in the office, to … er … play parlour games with them after dinner. I wish I could, because I feel terribly sorry for them. But…’

With a wry smile, Gregory checked her. ‘In my case you’ve no need to worry about that. I’m head over heels in love with someone already; but I’ve made a ghastly mess of things so I’m feeling desperately unhappy. I’m afraid it’s rather a backhanded compliment to anyone so young and lovely as yourself; but I was just hoping that you might be kind enough to come out with me for a chat, and so take my mind off my worries for an evening.’

Her face immediately radiated sweetness and compassion. ‘But of course I will! How beastly for you. When shall it be? I’m afraid I can’t make it tonight, but tomorrow if you like.’

‘Thanks,’ he smiled. ‘I think your heart must be the same true gold as your hair. It’s very gracious of you. Anyway, war or no war, at least I can promise you a good meal, with no strings attached.’ They arranged that he should call for her at her office at six o’clock, and he left her rather wondering at himself, but glad that he had followed his impulse.

He took her to the Hungaria, knowing that, however scarce steaks, ducks, and Dover soles might be, his old friend Vecchi could always be relied on to provide them with a good main course, instead of the awful made-up dishes which were all
that restaurants could now offer to the majority of their customers.

As they drank their cocktails he told her how untouched by the war Budapest still remained and what a good time he had had there until he had had to go to earth in a hurry. She remarked how much her mother and step-father had enjoyed their visits there before the war; and from that, to their mutual surprise, it emerged that her step-father was the airman on the Joint Planning Staff with whom Gregory had been in H.M.S.
Worcester
. That provided them with plenty to talk about through dinner; which was a good thing in view of the unwritten law that people employed in secret war organisations should never discuss war acitivities in public places.

After dinner they danced twice, then fell a little silent. During a pause longer than usual Diana powdered her acquiline nose—which with her oval face and good forehead made her look like a small edition of Queen Marie Antoinette—snapped her compact shut, and said:

‘Now, tell me about this mess that you’ve got into with your girl-friend.’

He shook his head. ‘I didn’t take you out to bore you with my troubles.’

She had been chain-smoking American cigarettes, and lit another. ‘Don’t if you would rather not. But for some reason people who are older than I am often seem to find it helps to talk over their problems with me. I suppose that’s really only because they have got it off their chests; but, anyway, I’m a good listener.’

‘Be it on your own head, then,’ Gregory smiled, and for the next twenty minutes she interrupted now and then only to ask him to give her a fuller picture of the backgrounds of Erika, Sabine and himself.

When he had done, she said, ‘I think you were an awful fool not to have followed her to the country right away.’

‘As I’ve told you, I was terrified of her going off on her own and doing something desperate.’

‘I don’t believe she would have for a moment. She’s not a little thing just out of a convent, or a neurotic. You say she stood up to beatings by the Gestapo, and risked her life with you many times in Germany. Women who have the courage to do that never commit suicide. The worst that could happen
is that she would run out on you. But what does that matter? In your position you could get the Special Branch to trace her for you within a couple of days. Then you could go after her again. And if need be keep on chasing her until she does forgive you. That is the way to convince a woman that you really love her. How can she be expected to believe you do while you just sit here in London doing nothing about it?’

‘I suppose there is something in that,’ Gregory murmured a shade doubtfully.

‘Something!’ Diana repeated, looking at him from under her long lashes with a suggestion of contempt. ‘Everything! Why, the poor woman doesn’t even know yet that you didn’t just go off the rails for fun, but got yourself into a position where you practically had to sleep with this Hungarian girl. Your Erika is a woman of the world, and if she has played tag with the Gestapo she must know that there are times when secret agents of both sexes have to do that sort of thing to save their lives. If she does love you it’s unthinkable that she would have preferred you to keep your halo and be dead.’

Gregory looked across at the small, strong beautiful face opposite to him with sudden admiration. ‘I hadn’t thought of it that way. But, of course, you’re right. I’ve been allowing my wretchedness to cloud my wits. Thank you a thousand times for letting in some daylight. I’ll go up to Gwaine Meads just as soon as I can get a night off from the office.’

The next day was Sunday and, as Gregory was due for forty-eight hours’ leave, he had no difficulty in arranging that he should take it from Monday morning. He reached Gwaine Meads soon after lunch and found Erika in her office, dealing as usual with the hospital accounts. She looked thin and ill and at once declared that she had no intention of discussing matters with him.

Imbued with an entirely new spirit since his evening with Diana, he thrust out his long jaw and said, ‘Yes you will. Like it or not you are going to listen to me. But I can’t say what I have to say where we may be overheard’ Taking her top-coat from a hook on the door he held it for her and added, ‘Come on. Put this on and come out into the garden. If you won’t I’ll carry you out as you are, then you’ll catch your death of cold; so you had much better be sensible.’

‘Very well.’ Her splendid blue eyes above the high cheek
bones regarded him stonily. ‘Since you insist. But I warn you that if you remain here afterwards I shall take an evening train to somewhere where you can’t find me.’

He ignored her remark and they went out into the garden. It was October the 19th, and a cold wintry day; so not the happiest place in which to attempt a reconciliation. But he was now determined to beat down her defences, and as they began to walk up and down the lawn he plunged at once into his story. He did not attempt to excuse himself but gave a strictly factual account of the whole affair.

When he had finished she asked, ‘Why didn’t you come up here and tell me all this before?’

‘God alone knows!’ he exclaimed irritably. ‘It was really old Pellinore. He put it into my head that if I drove you into solitude you might commit suicide. I was so desperately worried that I hadn’t the sense to realise that you are much too well balanced to do anything like that.’

She gave him a quick look. ‘I very nearly did the night I got back here. It would have been easy enough to get something from the dispensary. I had half a mind to, because I really felt that I’d come to the end of everything.’

‘Praise be, you didn’t! And if you love me that much surely—surely you can bring yourself to forget the wretched business?’

Suddenly she turned and grasped his arm. ‘Oh, my dear. Now you’ve told me what really happened I can. But it was such a frightful shock. And from what she said it seemed impossible to believe that you had not fallen in love with her. As it is I can’t even hate her any more. She saved your life, darling! She saved your life! What does anything else matter?’

Within a minute he had pulled her down a path into the nearest shrubbery and was kissing her fiercely while she wept with happiness at being once more in his arms.

Presently she said that she meant to try to put Sabine right out of her mind, as though she had no real existence, but that would not be possible if Gregory continued to be friends with her; so she wanted his solemn promise that in the future he would neither see nor write to her.