'Anwar el-Sadat. He's a captain in the Army.'
'Why did he want to meet Wolff?'
'So the Free Officers could send a message to Rommel.'
Vandam thought: there are elements to this that I never thought of. He said: 'Where does Sadat live?'
'Kubri al-Qubbah.'
'The address?'
'I don't know.'
Vandam said to the woman officer: 'Go and find out the exact address of Captain Anwar el-Sadat.'
'Yes, sir.' The woman's face broke into a smile that was astonishingly pretty. She went out.
Vandam, said: 'Wolff kept his radio on your houseboat'
'Yes.'
'He used a code for his messages.'
'Yes. He had an English novel which he used to use to make up the code words.'
'Rebecca.'
'Yes.'
'And he had a key to the code.'
'A key?'
'A piece of paper telling him which pages of the book to use.'
She nodded slowly. 'Yes, I think he did.'
'The radio, the book and the key have gone. Do you know where?'
'No,' she said. She got scared. 'Honestly, no, I don't know, I'm telling the truth-'
'It's all right, I believe you. Do you know where Wolff might have gone?'
'He ba.,: a house. . . Villa les Oliviers.'
'Good idea. Any other suggestions?'
'Abdullah. He might have gone to Abdullah.'
:'Yes. Any more?'
'His cousins, in the desert.'
:'And where would they be found?'
'No one knows. They're nomads.'
'Might Wolff know their movements?'
'I suppose he might.'
Vandam sat looking at her for a little while longer. She was no actress: she could not have faked this. She was totally broken down, not only willing but eager to betray her friends and tell her secrets. She was telling the truth.
'I'll see you again,' Vandam said, and went out.
The woman officer handed him a slip of paper with Sadats address on it, then went into the cell. Vandam hurried to the muster room. Jakes was waiting. 'The Navy is lending us a couple of divers,' Jakes said.
'They'll be here in a few minutes.'
'Good.' Vandam lit a cigarette. 'I want you to raid Abdullah's place.
I'm going to arrest this Sadat fellow. Send a small team to the Villa les Oliviers, just in case-I don't suppose they find anything Has everyone been briefed?'
Jakes nodded, 'They know we're looking for a wireless transmitter, a copy of Rebecca, and a set of coding instructions.'
Vandam, looked around, and noticed for the first time that there were Egyptiar policemen in the room. 'Why have we got bloody Arabs on the team?' he said angrily.
'Protocol, sir,' Jakes replied formally. 'Colonel Bogge's idea.' Vandam bit back a retort. 'After you've done Abdullah, meet me at the houseboat.'
'Yes. sin'
Vandam stubbed his cigarette. 'Let's go.'
They went out into the morning sunshine. A dozen or more jeeps were lined up; their engine- idling Jakes gave instruction to the sergeants in the raiding parties, then nodded to Vandam The men boarded the jeeps, and the teams pulled out.
Sadat lived in a suburb three miles out of Cairo in the direction of Helionolis. His home was an ordinary family house with a small garden, Four jeeps roared up outside, and the soldiers immediately surrounded the house and began to search the garden Vandam rapped on the front door. A dog began to bark loudly. Vandam knocked again. The door was opened.
