1、Chapter 1Tommy Beresford removed his overcoat in the hall of the flat. He hung it up with some care, taking time over it. His hat went carefully on the next peg.He squared his shoulders, affixed a resolute smile to his face and walked into the sitting room where his wife sat knitting a Balaclava hel
2、met in khaki wool.It was the spring of 1940.Mrs Beresford gave him a quick glance and then busied herself by knitting at a furious rate. She said after a minute or two:Any news in the evening paper?Tommy said:The Blitzkrieg is coming, hurray, hurray! Things look bad in France.Tuppence said:Its a dep
3、ressing world at the moment.There was a pause and then Tommy said:Well, why dont you ask? No need to be so damned tactful.I know, admitted Tuppence. There is something about conscious tact that is very irritating. But then it irritates you if I do ask. And anyway I dont need to ask. Its written all
4、over you.I wasnt conscious of looking a Dismal Desmond.No, darling, said Tuppence. You had a kind of nailed to the mast smile which was one of the most heart-rending I have ever seen.Tommy said with a grin:No, was it really as bad as all that?And more! Oh, come on, out with it. Nothing doing?Nothing
5、 doing They dont want me in any capacity. I tell you, Tuppence, its pretty thick when a man of forty-six is made to feel like a doddering grandfather. Army, Navy, Air Force, Foreign Office, all say the same thing - Im too old. I may be required later.Tuppence said:Well, its the same for me. They don
6、t want people of my age for nursing - no, thank you. Nor for anything else. Theyd rather have a fluffy chit whos never seen a wound or sterilized a dressing than they would have me who worked for three years, 1915 to 1918, in various capacities, nurse in the surgical ward operating theatre, driver t
7、o a trade delivery van and later of a General. This, that and the other - all, I assert firmly, with conspicuous success. And now Im a poor, pushing, tiresome, middle-aged woman who wont sit at home quietly and knit as she ought to do.Tommy said gloomily:This war is Hell.Its bad enough having a war,
8、 said Tuppence, but not been allowed to do anything in it just puts the lid on.Tommy said consolingly:Well, at any rate Deborah has got a job.Deborahs mother said:Oh, shes all right. I expect shes good at it, too. But I still think, Tommy, that I could hold my own with Deborah.Tommy grinned:She woul
9、dnt think so.Tuppence said:Daughters can be very trying. Especially when they will be so kind to you. Tommy murmured:The way young Derek makes allowances for me is sometimes rather hard to bear. That poor old Dad look in his eye.In fact, said Tuppence, our children, although quite adorable, are also
10、 quite maddening. But at the mention of the twins, Derek and Deborah, her eyes were very tender.I suppose, said Tommy thoughtfully, that its always hard for people themselves to realize that theyre getting middle-aged and past doing things.Tuppence gave a snort of rage, tossed her glossy dark head,
11、and sent her ball of khaki wool spinning from her lap.Are we past doing things? Are we? Or is it only that everyone keeps insinuating that we are? Sometimes I feel that we never were any use.Quite likely, said Tommy.Perhaps so. But at any rate we did once feel important. And now Im beginning to feel
12、 that all that never really happened. Did it happen, Tommy? Is it true that you were once crashed on the head and kidnapped by German agents? Is it true that we once tracked down a dangerous criminal - and got him? Is it true that we rescued a girl and got hold of important secret papers, and were p
13、ractically thanked by a grateful country? Us! You and me! Despised, unwanted Mr and Mrs Beresford.Now, dry up, darling. All this does no good.All the same, said Tuppence, blinking back a tear, Im disappointed in our Mr Carter.He wrote us a very nice letter.He didnt do anything - he didnt even hold o
14、ut any hope.Well, hes out of it all nowadays. Like us. Hes quite old. Lives in Scotland and fishes.Tuppence said wistfully:They might have have let us do something in the Intelligence.Perhaps we couldnt, said Tommy. Perhaps, nowadays, we wouldnt have the nerve.I wonder, said Tuppence. One feels just
15、 the same. But perhaps, as you say, when it came to the point -She sighed. She said:I wish we could find a job of some kind. Its so rotten when one has so much time to think.Her eyes rested just for a minute on the photograph of the very young man in the Air Force uniform, with the wide grinning smi
16、le so like Tommys.Tommy said:Its worse for a man. Women can still knit, after all - and do up parcels and help at canteens.Tuppence said:I can do all that in twenty years from now. Im not old enough to be content with that. Im neither one thing nor another.The front door bell rang. Tuppence got up.
17、The flat was a small service one.She opened the door to a find a broad-shouldered man with a big fair moustache and a cheerful red face, standing on the mat.His glance, a quick one, took her in as he asked in a pleasant voice:Are you Mrs Beresford?Yes. My names Grant. Im a friend of Lord Easthampton
18、s. He suggested I should look you and your husband up. Oh, how nice, do come in. She preceded him into the sitting-room.My husband, er - Captain -MrMr Grant. Hes a friend of Mr Car- of Lord Easthamptons.The old nom de guerre of the former Chief of the Intelligence, Mr Carter, always came more easily
19、 to her lips than their old friends proper title.For a few minutes the three talked happily together. Grant was an attractive person with an easy manner.Presently Tuppence left the room. She returned a few minutes later with the sherry and some glasses.After a few minutes, when a pause came, Mr Gran
20、t said to Tommy:I hear youre looking for a job, Beresford?An eager light came into Tommys eye.Yes, indeed. You dont mean - Grant laughed, and shook his head.Oh, nothing of that kind. No, Im afraid that has to be left to the young active men - or to those whove been at it for years. The only things I
21、 can suggest are rather stodgy, Im afraid. Office work. Filing papers. Tying them up in red tape and pigeon-holing them. That sort of thing. Tommys face fell. Oh, I see! Grant said encouragingly: Oh, well, its better than nothing. Anyway, come and see me at my office one day. Ministry of Requirement
22、s. Room 22. Well fix you up with something.The telephone rang. Tuppence picked up the receiver.Hallo - yes - what? A squeaky voice spoke agitatedly from the other end. Tuppences face changed. When? - Oh, my dear - of course - Ill come over right away.She put back the receiver.She said to Tommy:That
23、was Maureen.I thought so - I recognized her voice from here.Tuppence explained breathlessly:Im so sorry, Mr Grant. But I must go round to this friend of mine. Shes fallen and twisted her ankle and theres no one with her but her little girl, so I must go round and fix up things for her and get hold o
24、f someone to come in and look after her. Do forgive me.Of course, Mrs Beresford, I quite understand.Tuppence smiled at him, picked up a coat which had been lying over the sofa, slipped her arms into it and hurried out. The flat door banged.Tommy poured out another glass of sherry for his guest.Dont
25、go yet, he said.Thank you. The other accepted the glass. He sipped it for a moment in silence. Then he said: In a way, you know, your wifes being called away is a fortunate occurrence. It will save time.Tommy stared.I dont understand.Grant said deliberately: You see, Beresford, if you had come to se
26、e me at the Ministry, I was empowered to put a certain proposition before you.The colour came slowly up in Tommys freckled face. He said:You dont mean -Grant nodded. Easthampton suggested you, he said. He told us you were the man for the job. Tommy gave a deep sigh.Tell me, he said. This is strictly
27、 confidential, of course. Tommy nodded. Not even your wife must know. You understand?Very well - if you say so. But we worked together before.Yes, I know. But this proposition is solely for you.I see. All right.Ostensibly you will be offered work - as I said just now - office work - in a branch of t
28、he Ministry functioning in Scotland - in a prohibited area where your wife cannot accompany you. Actually you will be somewhere very different.Tommy merely waited.Grant said:Youve read in the newspapers of the Fifth Column? You know, roughly at any rate, just what that term implies.Tommy murmured: T
29、he enemy within.Exactly. This war, Beresford, started in an optimistic spirit. Oh, I dont mean the people who really knew - weve known all along what we were up against - the efficiency of the enemy, his aerial strength, his deadly determination, and the co-ordination of his well-planned war machine
30、. I mean the people as a whole. The good-hearted, muddle-headed democratic fellow who believes what he wants to believe - that Germany will crack up, that shes on the verge of revolution, that her weapons of war are made of tin and that her men are so underfed that theyll fall down if they try to ma
31、rch - all that sort of stuff. Wishful thinking, as the saying goes. Well, the war didnt go that way. It started badly and it went on worse. The men were all right - the men on the battleships and in the planes and in the dug-outs. But there was mismanagement and unpreparedness - the defects, perhaps
32、, of our qualities. We dont want war, havent considered it seriously, werent good at preparing for it.The worst of that is over. Weve corrected our mistakes, were slowly getting the right men in the right place. Were beginning to run the war as it should be run - and we can win the war - make no mis
33、take about that - but only if we dont lose if first. And the danger of losing it comes, not from outside - not from the might of Germanys bombers, not from her seizure of neutral countries and fresh vantage points from which to attack - but from within. Our danger is the danger of Troy - the wooden
34、horse within our walls. Call it the Fifth Column if you like. It is here, among us. Men and women, some of them highly placed, some of them obscure, but all believing genuinely in the Nazi aims and the Nazi creed and desiring to substitute that sternly efficient creed for the muddled easy-going libe
35、rty of our democratic institutions.Grant leant forward. He said, still in that same pleasant unemotional voice:And we dont know who they are.Tommy said: But surely - Grant said, with a touch of impatience:Oh, we can round up the small fry. Thats easy enough. But its the others. We know about them. W
36、e know that there are at least two highly placed in the Admiralty - that one must be a member of General G-s staff - that there are three or more in the Air Force, and that two, at least, are members of the Intelligence, and have access to Cabinet secrets. We know that because it must be so from the
37、 way things have happened. The leakage - a leakage from the top - of information to the enemy, shows us that.Tommy said helplessly, his pleasant face perplexed:But what good should I be to you? I dont know any of these people.Grant nodded.Exactly. You dont know any of them - and they dont know you.
38、He paused to let it sink in and then went on.These people, these high up people, know most of our lot. Information cant be very well refused to them. I was at my wits end. I went to Easthampton. Hes out of it all now - a sick man - but his brains the best Ive ever known. He thought of you. Over twen
39、ty years since you worked for the Department. Name quite unconnected with it. Your face not known. What do you say - will you take it on?Tommys face was almost split in two by the magnitude of his ecstatic grin.Take it on? You bet Ill take it on. Though I cant see how I can be of any use. Im just a
40、blasted amateur.My dear Beresford, amateur status is just what is needed. The professional is handicapped here. Youll take on in place of the best man we had or are likely to have.Tommy looked a question. Grant nodded. Yes. Died in St. Bridgets Hospital last Tuesday. Run down by a lorry - only lived
41、 a few hours. Accident case - but it wasnt an accident.Tommy said slowly: I see. Grant said quietly: And thats why we have reason to believe that Farquhar was on to something - that he was getting somewhere at last. By his death that wasnt an accident. Tommy looked a question.Grant went on: Unfortun
42、ately we know next to nothing of what he had discovered. Farquhar had been methodically following up one line after another. Most of them led nowhere.Grant paused and then went on: Farquhar was unconscious until a few minutes before he died. Then he tried to say something. What he said was this: N o
43、r M. Song Susie.That, said Tommy, doesnt seem very illuminating.Grant smiled.A little more so than you might think. N or M, you see, is a term we have heard before. It refers to two of the most important and trusted German agents. We have come across their activities in other countries and we know j
44、ust a little about them. It is their mission to organize a Fifth Column in foreign countries and to act as liaison officer between the country in question and Germany. N, we know, is a man. M is a woman. All we know about them is that these two are Hitlers most highly trusted agents and that in a co
45、de message we managed to decipher towards the beginning of the war there occurred this phrase - Suggest N or M for England. Full powers - I see. And Farquhar -As I see it, Farquhar must have got on the track of one or other of them. Unfortunately we dont know which. Song Susie sounds very cryptic -
46、but Farquhar hadnt a high class French accent! There was a return ticket to Leahampton in his pocket which is suggestive. Leahampton is on the South coast - a budding Bournemouth or Torquay. Lots of private hotels and guest houses. Amongst them is one called Sans Souci - Tommy said again: Song Susie - Sans Souci - I see. Grant said: Do you? The idea is, Tommy said, that I should go there and - well - ferret round. That is the idea.Tommys smile broke out again.A bit vague, isnt it? he asked. I dont even know what Im looking for.And I cant tell you. I
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