paring the insulation and making the loop in the copper cable, his fingertip spinning the brass terminal free as if he were playing with a toy, his pale eyes bright and his mouth touched with a faint Gioconda smile. 'Anyone would think,' I'd said to him once, 'it was a baby rabbit.' He'd looked up quickly. 'That's all they are, old boy. Baby rabbits.' A soft chuckle. 'Until they go up, of course. Then they're tigers.' I pulled the bonnet lock and went through the engine compartment, taking nearly half an hour because of all the subsidiary tanks, reservoirs, chambers and small boxed components; a lot of them were labelled but I had to identify the rest by following the cables, pipes and linkages to find out which system they served. Then I shut the bonnet and opened the boot and checked the spare wheel, the first aid box and emergency tool kit. The torch battery was running low by this time but I'd almost finished now. Didn't find anything, old boy? It could of course be packed inside the upholstery or the roof lining or the door panelling, anywhere like that, but a major search with tools would take time and at this stage I'd prefer to report to Croder and get his instructions; until we knew the overall picture we didn't necessarily want Schrenk to know we'd found the Zil and we didn't necessarily want to immobilize it: he could have alternative procedures planned. I started on a final check before the torch was too dim, covering the areas behind the radiator grille, inside the wings and under the bodywork valances. Another freight train was rolling through but the warehouse was a sound-box and when the door creaked I froze and waited, concealed by the Zil. Light flashed from a torch. `You there?' `Yes.' `Someone coming.' I went over to the door. 'Keep inside and stay hidden,' I told Shortlidge. He moved for the pile of crates and I shut the door and got behind it and waited. The train was still rumbling but I could hear footsteps over the brittle snow outside and then a key in the door. It was turned sharply three times: he was surprised to find it was already unlocked. I'd have liked to have a final word with Shortlidge because I didn't know whether he'd follow my orders and stay out of the action or decide to get mixed up in it and risk two deaths and no signal to base, but he was a fully trained a-i-p with a Curtain-country post and I stopped worrying and watched the door. It opened cautiously and a man came in and snapped a light on and I used the right hand and searched him for weapons while he was still out and then got some snow and packed his face with it till he came to. Then I began asking questions.

The rdv was for the road bridge over the Jauza where Stromynka ulica crosses it from east to west and Croder was waiting for me when I got there, Bracken and another man with him, a black Mercedes 220 parked in the cover of shadow. 'This is Fenshaw.' 'Good evening.' They made room for me in the car and Fenshaw stayed behind the wheel looking edgy. The 220 was facing south but there was enough room to make a one-point turn and get out north if we had to. The river flowed past us under the street lamps; I could see the glint of broken ice drifting. On the radio I'd asked Bracken why we had to meet in the open and he said Croder wanted to keep within short-distance radio range of three points: the safe-house, the warehouse and Area 2 where they were watching for Schrenk at the Pavilion apartment block. 'Where is Ignatov?' Croder asked me now. 'Shortlidge took him to his base, blindfolded. Did you contact Logan?' 'Yes. He and Marshal are guarding the Zil.' 'All right.' I had to make a lot of effort to sort out what I had for him because sleep was trying to black me out. 'They're setting up a high explosive action timed for six o'clock tonight inside the walls of the Kremlin. I checked the Zil as far as I could without dismantling anything and when I left there it was dean, superficially. This could tie in with what Ignatov told me - that the explosive hadn't arrived yet.' 'Do you think he was lying?'