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A Delicate Truth A Novel

A Delicate Truth A Novel

Titel: A Delicate Truth A Novel
Autoren: John Le Carre
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seems to confirm hisworst fears. ‘ Cool head , whatever that means. Twenty years of kicking around in foreign parts , according to Human Resources. Soul of discretion, not easily rattled . That’s quite a write-up. Not that I necessarily believe what I’m told around here.’
    ‘They’re very kind,’ he replies.
    ‘And you’re grounded. Confined to barracks. Out to grass. Your wife’s health has kept you back, is that correct, please?’
    ‘But only as of the last few years, Minister’ – less than grateful for out to grass – ‘and for the moment I’m quite at liberty to travel, I’m happy to say.’
    ‘And your present job is –? Remind me, please.’
    He is about to do so, emphasizing his many indispensable responsibilities, but the minister impatiently cuts him short:
    ‘All right. Here’s my question. Have you had any direct experience of secret intelligence work? You personally ,’ he warns, as if there is another you who is less personal.
    ‘ Direct in what sense would that be, Minister?’
    ‘Cloak-and-dagger stuff, what d’you think?’
    ‘Only as a consumer, alas. An occasional one. Of the product. Not of the means of obtaining it, if that’s your question, Minister.’
    ‘Not even when you were kicking around in those foreign parts that nobody has had the grace to itemize for me?’
    ‘Alas, one’s overseas postings tended to be largely economic, commercial or consular,’ he explains, resorting to the linguistic archaisms he affects whenever he feels threatened. ‘Obviously, from time to time, one had access to the odd secret report – none of it high level, I hasten to say. That, I’m afraid, is the long and short of it.’
    But the minister appears momentarily encouraged by this lack of conspiratorial experience, for a smile of something like complacency flits across his broad features.
    ‘But you’re a safe pair of hands, right? Untried maybe, but safe, for all that.’
    ‘Well, one likes to think so’ – diffidently.
    ‘CT ever come your way?’
    ‘I’m sorry?’
    ‘Counter-terrorism, man! Has it come your way or not?’ – spoken as to an idiot.
    ‘I fear not, Minister.’
    ‘But you care ? Yes?’
    ‘About what exactly, Minister?’ – as helpfully as he may.
    ‘The well-being of our nation, for Christ’s sake! The safety of our people, wheresoever they may be. Our core values in times of adversity. All right, our heritage , if you like’ – using the word like an anti-Tory swipe. ‘You’re not some limp-wristed closet liberal harbouring secret thoughts about terrorists’ right to blow the fucking world to pieces, for example.’
    ‘No, Minister, I think I may safely say I am not,’ he mumbles.
    But the minister, far from sharing his embarrassment, compounds it:
    ‘So then. If I were to tell you that the extremely delicate assignment I have in mind for you involves depriving the terrorist enemy of the means to launch a premeditated assault on our homeland, you would not immediately walk away, I take it?’
    ‘To the contrary. I should be – well –’
    ‘You should be what ?’
    ‘Gratified. Privileged. Proud, in fact. But somewhat surprised, obviously.’
    ‘Surprised by what , pray?’ – like a man insulted.
    ‘Well, not mine to enquire, Minister, but why me? I’m sure the Office has its fair share of people with the type of experience you’re looking for.’
    Fergus Quinn, man of the people, swings away to the bay window and, with his chin thrust aggressively forward over his evening tie, and the tie’s fixing awkwardly protruding from the cushions of flesh at the back of his neck, contemplates thegolden gravel of Horse Guards Parade in the evening sunlight.
    ‘If I were further to tell you that for the remainder of your natural life you will not by word or deed or any other means reveal the fact that a certain counter-terror operation was so much as considered , let alone executed’ – casting round indignantly for a way out of the verbal labyrinth he has talked himself into – ‘does that turn you on or off ?’
    ‘Minister, if you consider me the right man, I shall be happy to accept the assignment, whatever it may be. And you have my solemn assurance of permanent and absolute discretion,’ he insists, colouring up a bit in his irritation at having his loyalty hauled out and examined before his own eyes.
    Shoulders hunched in the best Churchillian mode, Quinn remains framed at the bay window, as if waiting impatiently
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