The Deadly Affair Page #6

"was infinitely more terrifying

than his Mr Hyde."

Why did we ever go?

Well, we went because this illiterate

Austrian had never read the book.

What? That from a man

who's only read 12 lines of Goethe!

Have you, Charles? I never knew.

Yes, Faust.

I could still quote them.

I'm not going to, though.

We used them as the key

to Dieter's radio code,

when I was operating him in Austria

from Zurich in 1943.

Dieter was only 18 then,

but he appeared

to know the entire works of Goethe by heart!

Well, not to mention

the entire Nazi battle order in the Tyrol.

If it's war memories, I'll do the laundry list.

I'll give you five minutes.

They were very good days, Charles.

I hate to say it about a war,

but I enjoyed them, too.

The issue seemed clearer,

so did my conscience.

- I had a brilliant agent in play.

- Thank you.

And I was happy about what I was doing.

What are you doing now?

I'm resigning from the Home Office.

Why?

Civil servant was found shot.

This one?

For reasons which I don't approve,

my boss, my former boss,

wants me to report it as suicide.

- And you couldn't.

- No.

Can you find another job?

Well, I suppose so.

But I'm so angry that I've a good mind

to press on with this one.

Unofficially, of course.

You mean follow it up alone?

Yes. Unless you'd care to join me,

like the old days.

And be fired by my boss?

I'll bump off your boss

if you bump off mine.

All right. Which department?

We cope mostly with aliens.

- Like me?

- No.

What we call undesirable aliens

who've outstayed their welcome.

Am I outstaying mine?

Ann!

Would you call Dieter

desirable or undesirable?

Desirable.

Two years ago he was something in zinc.

Now he's something in chocolate.

- Amreins from Zurich.

- He brought me a sample.

- How long you staying?

- A few days.

Business lunches, business dinners,

I even have a business breakfast.

Who knows,

I may actually do some business, too.

- Oh, tycoon?

- I have hopes.

Veering to the right, at last!

As the money comes in,

a little further to the right

than when you first knew me.

I'm a socialist capitalist.

Auf Wiedersehen, Charles.

- Give me a call if you can spare the time.

- I promise.

Thank you again for the chocolates.

Bye, Mr Dobbs. See you again tomorrow.

Bye, Mrs Bird.

I must follow her!

Yes, follow her

from the opposite side of the street.

Using shop windows as reflectors

and good cover for stopping suddenly

- if the suspect stops, too.

- Right.

Your pupil still remembers the handbook.

See you again, Dieter. When?

- I'll send you one of our postcards.

- Postcards.

Postcards?

Dieter invented a special way

for us to arrange emergency meetings

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