For the Good of the State

‘No, Henry—you don’t understand. What I mean—’

‘I know exactly what you mean.’ Jaggard’s spirits rose again.

Viking might yet be salvaged, even if only for a few more months.

But, almost more than that, he liked the way Garry Harvey was at last refusing to be overawed. ‘The Americans value R & D. Well, so do I—and I’m not proposing to dismantle it, just to bring it to heel.’

‘But Audley—’

‘I value Audley too, Garry. So I won’t let him be disgraced. I’ll do it decently—damn it, I’ll even get him a “K”, if that’ll satisfy all his friends: he can be “Sir David Audley”. And we’ll make him a consultant into the bargain—tell Sheldon that, Garry.’ But he could see even as he spoke that Garrod Harvey’s bayonets were still obstinately fixed and pointing at him. ‘What the devil do they want?’

‘They want no change, Henry.’

Enough was enough. ‘Well, they damn well can’t have it. And that’s flat. Audley goes. With or without a knighthood.’

Garrod Harvey cocked his head slightly. ‘To please the Minister?

And the FCO?’

‘And to please me.’ Garrod Harvey’s change of tactics wasn’t going to change Henry Jaggard’s mind now: this was one time when he had to fight the Americans.

‘Yes.’ The slight head-movement seemed to remind Harvey of his shoulder again. ‘And it’ll please the KGB too —having you on their side, Henry.’

Price, Anthony - For the Good of the State Jaggard stared at him.

‘And the Minister. And the FCO.’ Garrod Harvey blinked. ‘A pretty impressive Anglo-Soviet alliance, Professor Panin has put together; nothing like it since 1941, Henry.’

Jaggard stared at him.

‘Why did Panin ask for David Audley, of all people?’ Garrod Harvey didn’t wait for an answer. ‘He had a perfectly good plan—

the Polish joke: get rid of Zarubin and flush out a traitor, all-in-one? He could have asked for an office-cleaner from the Foreign Office to take him down to Exmoor. But he didn’t. He asked for a load of unstable dynamite, in the person of David Audley—and then he deliberately primed Audley ready to explode: by murdering one of Audley’s old friends?’ He shook his head slowly. ‘That was one hell of a risk to take, because Audley may be old, but he’s not stupid. So… asking Audley doesn’t make sense, Henry. At least, it doesn’t if the Polish joke was the only one he intended.’ The slow shake stopped. ‘But supposing there was also a Russian joke—a joke he didn’t intend to tell us?’

‘A Russian joke?’ Jaggard wasn’t laughing inside or outside now.

Harvey nodded again. ‘Panin needs to bring off something difficult, for his own sake. Zarubin was no great problem—and if they knew there was a traitor in the London Embassy… that didn’t require Audley us a catalyst— much too dangerous, Audley.’ From nod to shake. ‘Audley’s not a bit of cheese. He’s not a mouse, either—he’s a bloody tiger, Henry: he needs a big tiger-trap, is what he needs.’ Garrod Harvey watched Henry Jaggard make all the final connections. ‘So what happens, if you—and the Minister Price, Anthony - For the Good of the State and the FCO—get what you want? Audley gets thrown out… and, whatever you say, that’ll totally dislocate R & D for at least six months, and maybe even longer. Maybe even for ever, perhaps?

And that really would be a feather in Panin’s cap.’ The slow, irritating shake recommenced. ‘Henry, we were trying to shibbuwich David Audley and R & D with him. But suppose the KGB was trying to do the same thing?’

All Jaggard could do now was stare.

‘So if the American Ambassador says to the PM “Whose side is your side on, for God’s sakes?” , then what the hell are we going to say?’

Henry Jaggard felt the old sour taste on his tongue in that instant, which was all the more bitter because he knew that he was still right, even in defeat. ‘And you believe this?’

No nod, no shake. ‘It doesn’t matter what I believe. All that matters is that it fits better than anything else. Plus the fact that Panin has always wanted to get David Audley.’ Garrod Harvey almost smiled. ‘Tom Arkenshaw says that they were mostly quite unbearably polite to each other—right down to the last moment, when Audley pulled a gun on Panin, and said he was going to shoot off his balls first. And Tom says Panin knew that was God’s truth: he says it was like Mowgli and Shere Khan in Kipling —

Tom knows his Kipling too. And that’s what really makes me think it may be the way it is, Henry. I’m sorry, but—’

‘Shut up!’ Henry Jaggard knew that the only way to survive defeat was to face it quickly. And, with what Garrod Harvey would Price, Anthony - For the Good of the State undoubtedly report, defeat was now certain; because Garry wasn’t about to let his own head roll with Henry Jaggard’s. Which, with this Prime Minister of all others, it undoubtedly would.

‘Henry—’

‘No!’ Jaggard didn’t need to hear any more, he just needed a little time to think.

‘But Henry—’ This time it was the look on Jaggard’s face which cut Garrod Harvey off.

Audley was behind the American action, of course. As always, it wouldn’t be provable, but it was nonetheless certain. But there was no use gnashing his teeth over that: they—and the Russians too—

had set out to shibbuwich the man, only to be shibbuwiched themselves.

And that was that. All that mattered now was to survive.

‘It’s all right, Garry.’ He smiled at Garrod Harvey, a with all necessary mental adjustments no sooner calculated