Book 4, Heimdallr
Chapter 5IT WAS EVENING WHEN Wallenberg woke, smelling of puke, having collapsed onto a bed in his clothes. After a shower and a shave, he went downstairs to eat. Dinner lacked appeal but eating calmed the queasy sensation.
He made a call to New York on an antiquated phone in the lobby, and got through to Dr George Kennan, his Chief of Psychiatry at Asgard Park. The line was so bad he had to shout into the black Bakelite handle.
“George, you won’t believe it but I’m in Albania.”
His Chief of Psychiatry expressed no surprise. You could tell that the man had practice in dealing with the insane.
“I’m running an errand for Dr Karl Leamas, in exchange for information, George. I cannot begin to explain this, but I need to talk to Dr Leamas. Can you arrange that for me whil
