Our Kind of Traitor

headland in Antigua with the fear of God in him, Dima mightn’t exactly have been spoiled for choice when it came to selecting a messenger, confessor, or prisoner’s friend, or whatever it was that Perry had been appointed, or had appointed himself. She’d always known there was a slumbering romantic in him waiting to be woken when selfless dedication was on offer, and if there was a whiff of danger in the air, so much the better.

The only missing character had been a fellow zealot to sound the bugle: until enter on cue Hector, the charming, witty, falsely relaxed, eternal litigant, as she saw him; the archetypal justice-obsessed client who had spent his life proving he owned the land that Westminster Abbey was built on. And probably if her Chambers spent a hundred years on his case he would be proved right and the courts would find for him. But in the meantime the Abbey would remain pretty much where it was, and life would go on as before.

And Luke? Well, Luke was Luke, as far as Perry was concerned, a safe pair of hands, no argument: a good pro, conscientious, savvy. All the same, it had been a comfort to Perry, he had to admit, to learn that Luke was not, as they had at first assumed, the team leader, but Hector’s lieutenant. And since Hector could do no wrong in Perry’s eyes, this was obviously the right thing for Luke to be.

Gail was not so sure. The more she had seen of Luke over their two weeks of ‘familiarization’, the more inclined she was to regard him – despite his twitchiness and exaggerated courtesy and the worry-ripples that flitted across his face when he thought nobody was looking – as the safer pair of hands; and Hector, with his bold assurances and ribald wit and overwhelming powers of persuasion, as the loose cannon.

That Luke was also in love with her neither surprised nor discomfited her. Men fell in love with her all the time. There was security in knowing where their feelings lay. That Perry was unaware of this came as no surprise to her either. His lack of awareness was also a kind of security.

What disturbed her most was the passion of Hector’s commitment: the sense that he was a man with a mission – the very sense that so enchanted Perry.

‘Oh, I’m still on the testing-bench,’ Perry had said, in one of his throwaway self-denunciations he was so fond of. ‘Hector’s the formed man’ – a distinction he constantly aspired to, and was so reluctant to bestow.

Hector a formed version of Perry? Hector the raw action man who did the stuff Perry only talked about? Well, who was in the front line now? Perry. And who was doing the talking? Hector.

* * *

And it wasn’t only Hector that Perry was enchanted by. It was Ollie too. Perry, who prided himself on a shrewd eye when it came to deciding who was a good man on a rope, had simply not been able to believe, any more than Gail had, that lumbering, out-of-condition Ollie with his camp ways and single earring and overintelligence, and the buried foreign accent she hadn’t been able to trace and was too polite to question, should turn out to be the model of a born educator: meticulous, articulate, determined to make every lesson fun and every lesson stick.

Never mind it was their precious weekends that were being hijacked, or it was late evening after a wearying day in Chambers or in court; or that Perry had been in Oxford all day attending ball-breaking graduation ceremonies, saying goodbye to his students, clearing out his digs. Ollie within moments had them in his spell, whether they were walled up in the basement, or sitting in a crowded cafe on Tottenham Court Road with Luke out on the pavement and big Ollie in his cab with his beret on, while they tested the toys from his black museum of fountain pens, blazer buttons and tiepins that could listen, transmit, record, or all of the above; and for the girls, costume jewellery.

‘Now which ones do we think are us, maybe, Gail?’ Ollie had asked when it came to her turn to be fitted. And when she replied, ‘If you want it straight, Ollie, I wouldn’t be seen dead in any of them,’ off they had trotted to Liberty’s to find something that was more her.

Yet the chances of them ever having to use Ollie’s toys were, as he was anxious to tell her, virtually zero:

‘Hector, he wouldn’t dream of letting you near them for the main event, darling. It’s only for the “in case”. It’s for when all of a sudden you’re going to hear something wonderful that nobody was ever expecting, and there’s no risk to life or property or such, and all we need is to be sure you’ve got the necessary know-how to work it.’

With hindsight Gail doubted this. She suspected that Ollie’s toys were in reality teaching aids for instilling psychological dependency in the people who were being taught to play with them.

‘Your familiarization course will proceed at your convenience, not ours,’ Hector had informed them, addressing his newly recruited troops on their first evening in a pompous voice she never heard him use again – so perhaps he too was nervous. ‘Perry, if you find yourself stuck in Oxford for an unscheduled meeting or whatever, stay stuck and give us a call. Gail, whatever you do at Chambers, don’t push your luck. The message is act natural and look busy. Any alteration in either of your lifestyles will raise eyebrows and be counter-productive. With me?’

Next, he reiterated for Gail’s benefit the promise he had made to Perry:

‘We shall tell you as little as we can get away with, but whatever we do tell you will be the truth. You’re a pair of innocents abroad. That’s how Dima wants you, and that’s how I want you, and so do Luke and Ollie here. What you don’t know you can’t fuck up. Every new face has got to be a new face to you. Every first time has got to be a first time. Dima’s plan is to launder you the way he launders money. Launder you into his social landscape, make you respectable currency. Effectively, he’ll be under house arrest wherever he goes, and will have been since Moscow. That’s his problem and he’ll have thought hard and long about how to solve it. As ever, the initiative is with the poor bugger in the field. It’s Dima’s job to show us what he can manage, when and how.’ And as a typical Hector afterthought: ‘I’m foul-mouthed. Relaxes me, brings me down to earth. Luke and Ollie here are prudes, so it evens out.’

And then the homily:

‘This is not, repeat not, a training session. We don’t happen to have a couple of years to spare: just a few hours spread over a couple of weeks. So it’s familiarization, it’s confidence-building, it’s establishing trust in all weathers. You in us, us in you. But you are not spies. So for Christ’s sake don’t try to be. Don’t even think about surveillance. You are not surveillance- conscious people. You’re a young couple enjoying a spree in Paris. So don’t for fuck’s sake start dawdling at shop windows, peering over your shoulders or ducking into side alleys. Mobiles are a slightly different matter,’ he went on, without a blip. ‘Did either of you use your phones in front of Dima or his gang?’

They had used their mobiles from the balcony of their cabin, Gail to call her Chambers concerning Samson v. Samson, Perry to call his landlady in Oxford.

‘Did anyone in Dima’s lot ever hear either of your phones go off?’

No. Emphatic.

‘Do Dima or Tamara know either or both of your mobile numbers?’

‘No,’ said Perry.

‘No,’ Gail replied, if slightly less confidently.

Natasha had Gail’s number and Gail had Natasha’s. But within the four corners of the question, her reply was truthful.

‘Then they can have our encrypted jobs, Ollie,’ Hector said. ‘Blue for Gail, silver for him. And you two people please hand over your SIM cards to Ollie and he’ll do the necessary. Your new phones will be encrypted for the calls between the five of us only. You’ll find the three of us pre-set under Tom, Dick and Harry. Tom’s me. Luke’s Dick. Ollie’s Harry. Perry, you’re Milton after the poet. Gail’s Doolittle after Eliza. All pre-set. Everything else on the phones functions as per usual. Yes, Gail?’

Gail the barrister:

‘Will you be listening to our calls from now on, if you haven’t been already?’

Laughter.

‘We shall be listening only on the pre-set encrypted lines.’

‘No others? Sure?’

‘No others. Truth.’

‘Not even when I call my five secret lovers?’

‘Not even, alas.’

‘How about our personal texts?’