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madman left his crewman in charge, landed, stole a car in Durres and drove straight to Tirana. He caught me at my hotel as I was leaving for the meeting with Luci.”
    “Getting back to the coast must have been quite a trick.”
    “We did run into a little trouble. Had to do the last ten miles on foot through coastal salt marshes. Not good with the hounds on your heels, but Orsini knew what he was doing. Once we were on board the Buona Esperanza it was easy. The Albanians don’t have much of a navy. Half a dozen minesweepers and a couple of sub-chasers. The Buona Esperanza has ten knots on any one of them.”
    “It would seem that Orsini is due for a bonus on this one.”
    “That’s putting it mildly.”
    The Chief nodded, opened the official file that contained Chavasse’s report and leafed through it. “So we’re wasting our time in Albania?”
    Chavasse nodded. “I’m afraid so. You know the way things have been since the twentieth Party Congress in 1956, and now the Chinese are in there with both feet.”
    “Anything to worry about?”
    Chavasse shook his head. “The most backward European country I’ve visited and the Chinese are too far from home to be able to do much about it.”
    “What about this naval base the Russians were using at Valona before they pulled out? The word was that they’d built it into a sort of Red Gibraltar on the Adriatic.”
    “Alb-Tourist took us on an official trip on our second day. Port is hardly the word for the place. Good natural shelter, but only used by fishing boats. Certainly no sign of submarine pens.”
    “And Enver Hoxha—you think he’s still firmly in control?”
    “And then some. We saw him at a military parade on the third day. He cuts an impressive figure, especially in uniform. He’s certainly the people’s hero at the moment. Heaven knows how long for.”
    The Chief closed the file with a quick gesture that somehow dismissed the whole affair, placing it firmly in the past.
    “Good work, Paul. At least we know where we stand. Another piece in the jigsaw. You’re due for some leave now, aren’t you?”
    “That’s right,” Chavasse said and waited.
    The Chief got to his feet, walked to the window and looked out over the glittering city, down toward the Tiber. “What would you like to do?”
    “Spend a week or two at Matano,” Chavasse said without hesitation. “That’s a small fishing port near Bari. There’s a good beach and Guilio Orsini owns a place on the front called the Tabu. He’s promised me some diving. I’m looking forward to it.”
    “I’m sure you are,” the Chief said. “Sounds marvelous.”
    “Do I get it?”
    The old man looked out over the city, an abstracted frown on his face. “Oh, yes, Paul, you can have your leave—after you’ve done a little chore for me.”
    Chavasse groaned and the older man turned and came back to the desk. “Don’t worry, it won’t take long, but you’ll have to leave tonight.”
    “Is that necessary?”
    The old man nodded. “I’ve got transport laid on and you’ll need help. Preferably this chap Orsini from the sound of him. We’ll offer a good price.”
    Chavasse sighed, thinking of Francesca Minetti waiting on the terrace, of the good food and wine in the buffet room below. He sighed again and stubbed out his cigarette carefully.
    “What do I do?”
    The Chief pushed a file across. “Enrico Noci, a double agent who’s been working for us and the Albanians. I didn’t mind at first, but now the Chinese have got to him.”
    “Which isn’t healthy.”
    “They never are. Too damned earnest for my liking. There’s a boat waiting at Bari to take Noci over to Albania tomorrow night. All the details are in there.”
    Chavasse studied the picture, the heavy, fleshy face, the weak mouth. A man who was probably a failure at everything he had put his hand to, except perhaps women. He had the sort of tanned beach-boy good looks that some of them went for.
    “Do I bring him