offer?â
Charlie considered the question and then said, honestly: âNo.â
âSo itâs kosher?â
âI didnât say that,â contradicted Charlie.
âFor Christâs sake!â exploded Fredericks. âWhat does it take to convince you!â
âNot even Him,â said Charlie, twisting the Americanâs exasperation. âHe should have fingered Judas as a double.â
âWhatâs that mean?â
âNothing,â evaded Charlie. âJust me smart-assing.â Why should he keep warning the Americans that things were not always as they seemed? Let them work it out, like he hoped to do.
Fredericks looked doubtful. Then he said: âThatâs it. Youâve got it all now.â
Charlie had distrusted people who told him he had it all from the moment heâd been parted from the tit. What he did have was enough â well, almost enough â for the moment: more, in fact, than heâd expected to get. He wanted just one more thing. In passing, Charlie wondered if Fredericks would ever know how much heâd conceded; and apparently missed. He said: The photographs?â and recognized at once from the expression on the Americanâs face that Fredericks had hoped he would not make the request. Silly sod, thought Charlie; as if heâd overlook something as important as photographs.
âI said â¦â started Fredericks but Charlie interrupted him yet again, aware of the advantages heâd finally secured and aware, too, that the time was for apparent impatience. âDonât!â warned Charlie. âDonât tell me that you sent everything for picture analyses to Washington and nothing is left here. Because I thought weâd agreed to stop being stupid towards one another, and if you told me that Iâd say you were stupid to entrust something so important to a diplomatic pouch which might have been destroyed in an air-crash or intercepted and opened during an aeroplane hijack. And if you said it was done by personal air courier, Iâd say you were mad to let go of one of the most importance pieces of material youâve so far managed to obtain, since Kozlovâs approach. And then Iâd go on to say that I donât think youâre that stupid. Any more than I hoped you wouldnât think Iâd be stupid enough to believe it â¦â Charlie grinned, accusingly. âDo you know what I think? I think that somewhere in a safe not very far away â maybe in this very room â youâve not only got the negatives of every photograph you took of Kozlov but a whole interesting selection of prints, as well.â
Fredericks made as if to speak but then shook his head, in self-refusal. Instead he moved slightly to his left and opened what appeared to be a panel where the desk drawers should be. Charlie couldnât properly see, from where he was sitting, but guessed it was a safe, floor-mounted. Unspeaking, the American offered four photographs to Charlie, who took them and said: âThanks.â They wouldnât be all, and they wouldnât be the best, Charlie knew: but at least he had four. He took his time, examining each. Fredericksâ assessment of the Russian being nondescript was very apt: ten Kozlovs had a place in every bus queue thereâd ever been.
âThe right,â insisted Charlie.
âWhat?â
âYou said he parted his hair on the left. But you forgot the reversal effect of a photograph. Itâs the right.â
âItâs a deal: I wonât regard you as a fool,â said Fredericks.
âItâs a deal: I wonât treat you like one either,â said Charlie. Which was altogether different from promising not to cheat and lie and do everything else he could to screw the other man, to come out on top. To achieve which it would, in fact, be stupid to consider Fredericks ⦠well ⦠stupid. Suddenly remembering, he added:
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