Chapter SeventeenGdańsk
Late on Saturday morning I had two telephone calls, one immediately after the other. The first was the more straightforward. It came from the relatively new department at the AIS, Greenwich. The encoded signals contained in the two folders Kudashov had told me of in a safe-deposit box at Cheval Place in Knightsbridge, had been rapidly decoded by their state-of-the-art analytical computers and proven to be every bit as accurate as his granddaughter's decryption. The spatial diagnostic telecommunication readers were the finest anywhere to be found in the western world. Although the intelligence in the signals themselves did not add up to much value for the time we were now in, they would have had a bearing on many matters in the years they applied to. We now had thor
