Quiller's Run

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The whole place was tight with tension when I got there, people huddled in hushed groups along the corridors and hanging around the Signals Room, Croder standing outside Codes and Cyphers with one of the cryptologists, his eyes pinning the poor bastard against the wall and his voice like a knife being sharpened: 'Then why the hell didn't you get me on the phone, I don't care what time it was, you ought to know that by now? I went on past them and thought, for God's sake if Grader's lost his cool then something big must have blown and the fallout was still coming down – but the thing was, the thing was, you know, I couldn't have cared less.'

Loman had asked me to meet him at six in his office but he wasn't there and I had to stand listening to Radcliffe talking on the phone with his mouth tight and his face pasty under the lights.

Tensing is no longer in service.' He glanced up at me and gave a nod and went on talking. 'No, officially we're calling it suicide.'

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