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When giving him his instructions, Vinson had warned Fandor, that when it came to settling down in barracks he would find nothing to hand. "Among other little items, your bed will be missing. As corporal you have a right to round on them. Row them hot and good start reprisals straight away.
The commandant adjusted his eye-glasses, looked closely at a yellow paper, and corrected in his turn: "That is an error: in cell 27 is an individual named Butler." "Yes, Commandant: Butler he is Vinson!" "I do not understand," objected Dumoulin. "You must have made a mistake.
He remembered what Vinson had said to him in the flat: "What is so terrifying about this spying business is that one never knows whom one is obeying, whose orders one ought to follow, who is your friend, who is your chief: one fine day you learn that you have had leave granted you: you then receive, in some way or another, directions to go to some place or another.... You go there ... you meet people you do not know, who ask you questions, sometimes seemingly trivial, sometimes obviously of the gravest importance.... It is up to you to find out whether you are face to face with your spy chiefs, or if, on the contrary, you have not fallen into a trap set by the police to catch spies.... You cannot go to a rendezvous with a quiet mind: how do you know that you will not be returned between two gendarmes!... It is impossible to ask for information: equally impossible to ask for help, should you be in imminent danger.... Spies do not know one another: they are disowned by whoever employs them: they are humble wheels hidden in an immense mechanism.... It matters little if they are broken to pieces, they can so easily be replaced!"
An accomplice, during this time, or some hours before it matters little had stolen the document the Ministry are looking for.... Brocq knew Corporal Vinson ... you are aware of that, Fandor?" "Yes, yes! Please continue!" "Good. Vinson had the murdered Nichoune as his mistress.... Do you not think the link between these two names is evident?... Brocq and Nichoune have died by the same hand."...
He had once more explained why he had concealed his identity beneath the uniform of Corporal Vinson. The Council of War had come to the conclusion that they could not consider Fandor accountable to their tribunal.
He fired off peremptory demands for the repair materials he would need, and was assured by UNRC headquarters at Mexico City that the ferries would be loaded and on their way as soon as possible. Meloni was just beginning to relax a little when a young officer brought up a minor but vexing problem. Lieutenant Vinson had headed the small party sent out to recover the bodies of the four dead men.
Do you even know why you are here?" After consulting each other with a look as to who should answer, Tarbottin explained: "It is the sergeant who told us that we were being sent to Paris to recognise Corporal Vinson well, then?" "Well," continued Hiloire: "we recognised him!" Then, speaking together, with an air of proud satisfaction: "Yes, we got our orders. We have carried them out!"
With this, the agent retraced his steps, crossed the landing on to which Fandor's flat opened, and began to mount the next flight leading to the third floor. This did not suit Vinson: he was on tenterhooks. "If he keeps coming up," thought the corporal, "much use it will be for me to retreat upwards! He will nip me on the sixth floor! It's a dead cert!" Then he had a brilliant idea.
As former Under-Secretary at the Second Bureau he had the affair at his finger ends, and well knew how tangled, how obscure it was, how bristling with dangers, how rich in complications.... The Vinson affair, it was the Captain Brocq affair, the singer Nichoune affair ... the story of a plan of mobilisation stolen, of a gun piece lifted from the Arsenal!... He was in for a big affair a sensational case!...
"I am dying of thirst," mumbled Vinson. Juve sent his second in command for a bottle of water from the refreshment buffet. Vinson thanked Juve with a grateful nod. Refreshed, Vinson pulled his wits together.
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