- `Why the watchers?' `He instructed them from the word go. They were with you in Switzerland, though he had no right to use them. When you came back in disgrace, I understand he put an entire team on to you. Said it was an exercise. Bamboozled the head of the Watcher Section. Told him it would be good practice for the lads and lasses.' She paused, then shot him a quick and interested smile. `Did you really come back in disgrace? Gerald said you'd been pretty naughty with a lady from Swiss Intelligence.
`Naughty enough to be on leave pending an inquiry.' `Oh, James.
You really should control yourself.
You can when you try. Look at you now.' She moved suggestively and another couple of inches of thigh were revealed.
`Okay, so he put the watchers on me. Why?' `I think you know why.
It's the reason that fat Gerald will get the push. His concern was that you'd find out exactly what you did find out.' `Which was?' `Don't be coy James. You found out one of Laura's secrets.
`Her brother?' `Of course.
`Tell me more. `When Laura March joined the Anti-terrorist Section, it was Gerald who did the positive vetting.
He screwed up-mightily.
`And he realized he had screwed up?' `About a year ago, yes.
Well, in fact, I discovered Laura's secret-the serial killer brother.' `How?' `By accident. I was doing some checking on a possible terrorist contact in the North. It meant looking through local newspapers from way back. I stumbled on the David March story. Though it was headlines all over the world, and people have written books about it, the March family somehow managed to distance themselves. They even kept their photographs out of the papers the national papers, that is.
I happened to see a picture of the father with his daughter in a local paper. She was only a schoolgirl, but I had no doubt it was her.
`So you came running to Gerald.
`No. No, I didn't. Laura was super. She was very good at her job, likeable, funny, very professional.
She was my friend, so I went running to her.' `So who broke the bad news to Gerald?' `She did. You can imagine how she felt. She had buried the past. Done everything to live it down.
She had been terrified with the first vetting, let alone the one Gerald did. She knew she'd be out on her ear if anyone linked her with the David March business. One psycho nut in the family puts a terrible blot on the old escutcheon. Nobody in our service would risk employing her tainted blood and all that kind of thing. The possibility of blackmail was worse than the old days when they wouldn't use gay people. Thank heavens that's changed.' Again she shifted on the bed, and, for the first time, Bond got her message.
`No,' she continued. `Laura went straight to Gerald and made her confession. He was appalled, of course, though tried to pass it off.
Said he had known all along, but felt she was so good that he had buried the evidence. `She really was that good?' `Laura? Yes, she was stunningly professional. A walking encyclopaedia on all known terrorist operations, and personalities. To be honest with you, Gerald would have been lost without her, she was so good.' `And now he is lost?' `Just about. He covered up for her. He even kept quiet about David Dragonpol. You saw that yourself. He refused to discuss her private life with your Chief.' `I still don't see why he put the dogs on me. She gave a little mocking laugh. `I think he really imagined that he might still get away with it I mean hide the little difficulty about her brother and the bloodline, and also keep the Dragonpol thing under wraps. He knew you were good. Has a file on you. Really he wanted someone more inexperienced on the case. He set you up, James, but you must know that.
`No. How did he set me up?' `He uses someone at that hotel in Interlaken has been using her for some time. `Marietta Bruch?' `The same. Laura spent odd weeks there with David. In fact, he made sure he had someone near her whenever she had any kind of tryst with D. D as she used to call him. When the engagement was broken off, he seemed very relieved.' He nodded. `So tell me about Laura and the great man.
The man with the glass head, as some people used to call him.
`He didn't like that, by the way. There's really nothing much to tell. Gerald was concerned that, should the marriage take place, the Press would focus on her, turn up her past, and he'd be given the old heave-ho. Which is probably what would have happened, and what will happen.' `There really was an engagement?' `Oh, Lord, yes. Laura was nuts about him and he about her. They met by accident, in 1989.
Switzerland, as it happened. Lucerne, I think.
Laura didn't even know who he was. David Dragonpol is a great chameleon, you know. Can hide in plain sight, even though his face and name are of the household variety. They met while she was doing a bit of unauthorized snooping for Gerald. The affair began within a couple of days..' `She was like that?' `Like what?' `Permissive? Got into affairs quickly?' `Far from it. Laura was poised, elegant, even beautiful, and very sexy. I tried, but she's not one of the sisterhood.' Her hand went to her mouth.
`Damn!' `Don't worry. I had you marked a few minutes ago. Just tell me about Laura and Dragonpol.' `Actually, you might not have me marked. If you want the truth, I'm like the Circle Line. I go both ways. You'd be surprised how many people are bisexual.
`Ah. No, I wouldn't be surprised. Nothing surprises me any more and, like they say, some of my best friends, and all that.' He wanted her to get to the real meat, and not spill her own problems or proclivities to him. `Laura and Dragonpol,' he said firmly.
`I told you. They met early in 1990, and the whole thing took off. She came back into the office like a loony tune. You could almost see the bluebirds flying around her head, tweeting like they do in cartoons. And she put on that goofy, faraway look that people get when they're first smitten.
`And she spilled the beans to you?' `I forced it out of her, but yes, she talked to me.
We had dinner together one night and she told all as the girls' magazines say. It was better for me to hear it before anyone else.' `But others did hear it.' `Of course. In the Security Service you don't keep that kind of thing quiet for very long. Every spare weekend she had, Laura spent with David.
When the dogs are out, they soon put two and two together. In a matter of weeks she made no secret about it within the office. I don't think it went further than that. Our people, like yours, are pretty tight-lipped, but I do know that she had girls from the secretariat asking her what he was really like.
The usual kind of thing.' `And where did he meet her?' `They took holidays together, sometimes in Interlaken, which they both thought was safe...
`No, you said she saw him on every spare weekend she had.
`Oh, that. She'd fly out to his place.
`His place?' `Sure.' `The Press, and a lot of other people, have been trying to find out where his place is, ever since he went to ground.' `He's never made a genuine secret of it. He has a kind of fairytale life. Lives in a castle on the Rhine.
Very Hans Christian Andersen and the Brothers Grimm.' `Where exactly?' `Right on the Rhine. Not far from Andernach.
I've seen photographs of the place-great thick walls, turrets, a huge enclosed garden, moat, the lot. It's even called Schloss Drache that's German for Dragon. Been in the family for centuries apparently.
He lives there with his younger widowed sister. She's quite a handful, I gather. Name of Horton. Maeve Horton, nee Dragonpol. You do know his family history, don't you?' `Only that his publicity used to claim the Dragonpols are mentioned in the Doomsday Book.' `Certainly are. There's a manor house in Cornwall Dragonpol Manor, would you believe?
Yet they really think of themselves as Anglo-Irish.
A Dragonpol went to Ireland with the Earl of Essex to put down the rebellion in the late sixteenth century. The Irish problem's plagued every British monarch since Elizabeth I to the present day. Odd, isn't it?' He nodded her on.
`The Elizabethan Dragonpol set himself up in a huge manor in West Cork. They actually became very respected the Dragonpols of Drimoleague.
Still have a place there. The Irish connection sent Gerald through the roof. He had agents trawling the area- illegally, of course looking into the family background for weeks after Laura announced the engagement `Which was when?' `Oh, about six weeks after they first met.
