In another pub in Byker, another group of three men were also having a beer. They were ensconced in the back room with their heads down and in quiet but earnest conversation. They addressed each other as ‘comrade’ and spoke of their fight against the capitalist forces. Sean Byrne had Irish ancestry and his family had a history of supporting socialism. Sean was member of the Communist Party and he had been to Moscow. The other two men were members of the Labour Party and avowed socialists. They all worked at Wensley Electronics and one of them, Sam Wilson, worked directly on the radar project. Sean’s reputation kept him off defence projects but also kept him from being sacked. Sam Wilson was speaking. “I’ve managed to cause some delays by taking spare parts from the test areas but we really need to get to the store and remove the whole stock of some parts. They don’t keep many spares at this stage. Getting into the store is the problem. It is too well policed.”
Sean responded. “If you can get to a part called the klystron and sabotage it, there isn’t a spare here at present. If we can do that then we cause a major delay. That part is made elsewhere and it will have to be shipped in from Manchester. If we can do this it will be a victory for our Socialist comrades against the capitalists.” They went on to discuss how they might achieve this. What Sean didn’t tell the other two was that he had received instructions from Moscow to steal the klystron for shipment to the USSR.
In a pleasant suburban house in Harrow, Hamilton was getting changed to take his wife out to dinner. He was often away from home and he and his wife made the most of the time when he wasn’t. Their children were both away at university. He wondered how his wife had put up with his absences all these years but they were happy together. She knew that he worked for the Government but that was all and had patiently accepted that he couldn’t talk about his work. On Monday he would be heading north to do some ‘inspections’, as he had put it. He had finished his time with the RAF as a squadron leader and accepted an offer to work for the Department of Defence but actually in MI5. She thought it must some sort of inspection/investigation work that took him away a lot and left it at that. They had spent the day working in the garden and it had been a satisfying time for both of them. Hamilton had deliberately switched off from his work, knowing that he would go back refreshed for doing so. Tomorrow they would drive up to Oxford to see their son, their daughter being at Cambridge. He savoured the thought of spending time as a family again. Thinking of where they would eat tonight, Hamilton would have liked to eat at home, being tired of eating out when away from home. However, it was his wife he had to think of now. They had a table booked at a local hotel restaurant which had always had a good cuisine.
Back in Manchester, Major Garasov was also getting changed but to attend a formal dinner. He was changing into a dinner suit and bow tie and disliked the fiddly buttons for the dress shirt. Garasov had to accompany the consul. The