“Hmm, odd sort of question for you to ask, Patrick. It was Dickie Blythe-Smith"s operation and Blythe-Smith"s plan. In retirement and to the grave I would have thought. That was the man he was. He wouldn"t have let it slip from his grasp just to go fishing every day. He was possibly coerced into accepting the Americans on board for some political reasons, but most certainly they were not in Century House as controllers.”
“Are you sure, John? It"s just that those NSA satellite pictures somehow ended up with us at the signals intelligence unit at RAF Gatow in West Berlin. I can"t see how that could happen. Did Dickie plan that as a going away surprise do you think, or was human error playing a part?”
“Are you trying to trip me up here, West?” I suppose I should have been aware that accusat
