“Two things, Mr Bracken. The
Soviets would not want your Jerry general in their embassy. A photograph as he goes
in is too risky. They’d want him in one of their
back street properties. You’d have a list, we can seal them off for you.”
“Good point, Sorbay. John
will give you the list. Your second suggestion, Sorbay?” Bracken asked,
sipping his Black Label.“You say the snatchers have been in touch with some Zionists. Do we know from where?”
Bracken nodded. “This is all hush-hush, old boy. And, of course, subject to the Official Secrets Act of 1911. Occasionally, very occasionally, we listen in to the Zionists’ phone calls.”
Sowerbutt grinned: “Bugging as the Americans say in the films.”
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