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phone back if he wasn’t contacted in thirty minutes. He hung up.
    ‘We are the only people who get anything done here in Berlin,’ Spectacles said. The other man, blond with a large signet ring said, ‘Ja’. Then Spectacles and he nodded to each other.
    ‘Since Hitler?’ I almost said, but I swallowed the words with a second cup of hot coffee. Spectacles produced a street map and clipped a piece of transparent acetate across the face of it. He began marking circles here and there across the east side of the city.
    ‘These are the sort of places we favour as jumping-off places,’ he said.
    ‘Not too near the Sektor boundary and within a mile of the Soviet Zone. Things can heat up very quickly in this burg, especially if you grab someone hot. Sometimes we prefer to put our cargo on ice in the zone somewhere. Anywhere from Lübeck to Leipzig.’ Spectacles had a smooth American accent and here and there it came through his lucid Rhineland German.
    ‘We will need at least forty-eight hours’ notice,’ said Spectacles. ‘But after that we will be responsible even if we take longer to actually do the movement. Do you have any questions?’
    ‘Yes,’ I said. ‘What’s the procedure if I want to contact your people and I am in the East?’
    ‘You phone a Dresden number and they will give you an East Berlin number. It changes every week. The Dresden number changes sometimes too. Check with us before you go over.’
    ‘OK but does anyone have phones going across the city of Berlin?’
    ‘Officially one. It connects the Russian Command in Karlshorst with the Allied Command in the Stadion here in West Berlin.’
    ‘Unofficially?’
    ‘There have to be lines. The water, electricity, sewage and gas authorities all have lines to speak to their opposite number in the other half of the city. There could be an emergency but they are not officially recognized.’
    ‘And you don’t ever use these lines?’
    ‘Very seldom.’ There was a buzz. He flipped a switch on his desk. I heard the voice of the calm young man say, ‘Yes. Good evening,’ and another voice. ‘I’m the man you were expecting from Dresden.’ Spectacles clicked another switch and the TV screen flashed blue. I could see the waiting room as a short man entered it and I saw him enter the brightly lit cupboard. Spectacles swung the TV receiver around so that I couldn’t see it.
    ‘Security,’ he said. ‘It wouldn’t give you much confidence if we let you penetrate another operation, would it?’
    ‘You’re damn right it wouldn’t,’ I said.
    ‘So if that’s all,’ said Spectacles, closing a big ledger with a snap.
    ‘Yes,’ I said. I could take a hint.
    He said, ‘You will act as Vulkan’s case officer 4 for this operation. His code name is “King”. Your code name will be…’ he looked down at his desk. ‘…Kadaver.’
    ‘Corpse,’ I said. ‘That’s very chummy.’
    Spectacles smiled.
    I thought about ‘King’ Vulkan when I got back to the Frühling. I was surprised that he was one of the best chess players in Berlin but he was full of surprises. I thought about my code name—Kadaver—and about Kadavergehorsam, which is the sort of discipline which makes a corpse jump up and salute. I poured a Teacher’s and stared down at the screaming shining lights. I had begun to get the feel of the town; both sides of the wall had wide well-lit streets separated by inky lakes of darkness. Perhaps this was the only city in the world where you were safer in the dark.
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    1 Feldherrnhügel: the mound upon which the commanding generals stood to direct the battle.
    2 Later the BND or Federal German Intelligence Service, but still generally referred to as the ‘Gehlen Bureau’. See Appendix 2.
    3 Deutsche Demokratische Republik.
    4 Case officer: In the American system of espionage (from which the Gehlen Bureau had borrowed the term) the case officer is the go-between connecting Washington to the agent in the field. He is generally