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involved.
    ‘Alexavier has no personal interest in me, I’m sure,’ I
said.
    He laughed lightly. ‘Jenkins warned me that you were without
guile.’
    I frowned. ‘Without guile?’
    ‘You speak plainly. I like that, though Alexavier probably
won’t appreciate it, especially if you go under cover. Guile is a necessity.’
    ‘I can be wily,’ I assured him.
    He laughed, heartily this time.
    We arrived at the restaurant, and after helping me off with
my coat, we were seated at a table with a great view of the city.
    ‘Has Glasgow changed since you were last here? I believe you
haven’t been back for years.’
    I gazed out across my home city wondering if it had changed.
I’d never seen it like this. The architecture, spirals, modern buildings, a
metropolis of streets, parks, and the River Clyde arched with bridges.
    ‘I don’t know if it’s changed.’ Perhaps I had, and Glasgow had stayed strong and magnificent all the years I’d been gone. It was great to be
back. I was sure of that.
    Montpelier looked wistfully out the window. ‘I’ve travelled
to many places throughout the world, but Scotland, Glasgow, Edinburgh, still
hold the same fascination for me they always have. There’s nowhere else quite
like them in the world.’
    I agreed, but suddenly felt vulnerable. ‘Do you know why I’m
here?’
    ‘Yes.’ He paused while our meal was served, and then
continued, keeping his voice at a level no one could overhear. ‘Someone is
selling us down the river.’
    My eyes widened. ‘Someone in the department?’
    ‘We trust not. But we think it’s someone in the halls of
government. Someone in a position of authority and trust who is selling our
secrets to our adversaries.’
    ‘What am I supposed to do?’
    ‘You’ll be briefed back at the department.’
    I nodded and we continued our lunch while my mind ticked
over the task ahead.
    ‘It’s never what you think it is,’ he said.
    I looked at him.
    ‘The spying business. Put any notions of high speed chases,
dangling precariously from rooftops and such out of your thoughts. It’s mainly
rather mundane, watching, waiting, reading through information gathered from
other agents. It’s quietly fascinating.’
    I preferred his version of the job. I’d no desire to dangle
or chase anyone. Or be chased.
    ‘That’s not to say we don’t have our...adventures. But you
won’t be required to get involved in the physicality of the assignment.’
    ‘So you don’t anticipate any actual trouble?’
    ‘On the contrary. It could get brutal. Traitors have a
tendency to cause maximum damage in a bid to elude us. But Alexavier and I will
handle that.’
    ‘You don’t look like a brawler,’ I said before I could stop
myself.
    He smiled, thankfully not insulted that I didn’t rate his
chances in a bout of fisticuffs.
    ‘I didn’t mean to insinuate that you’re not fit. You look
very fit and capable, but you’re very suave, and I don’t associate suave with
fighting.’
    He smiled again. No elaboration of his skills. This made me
think that he probably could fight like a tiger.
    ‘We have a gym within the department, and training
facilities,’ he said. ‘You are welcome to use them. Though you may prefer to
wait until you’re back in London. The department there has a similar set up.
We’re encouraged to keep in shape and there are various instructors
specialising in a diverse range of tutoring. Though of course I don’t remember
ever seeing keeping fit by shopping listed on the activities.’
    I smiled. ‘I’m never going to live that down, am I?’
    ‘No. But we’re all fascinated. We can’t fathom what it is
you actually do. Lift shopping bags full of groceries? Run up and down store
escalators?’
    ‘It’s easier than that.’
    He looked at me, attentive.
    ‘Trekking through the shops for...hmm...four hours at a time
can be quite gruelling,’ I said.
    ‘I imagine it would be. I’m not into shopping.’
    ‘Most men aren’t. But my ex,