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'It probably will.'

'I shouldn't think so. I mean, basically it's terribly simple. But it touched my funny -- bone to think of all those typists out there -- it's probably the same with any typewriter, not just a Canon -- using the basis for Mystere when they're ordering another consignment of paperclips or whatever. More toast?'

'No, I've finished. Are you working on anything new, at the -- 'then the phone rang and I went over to it while Jane cleared the table.

'We've found Zymyanin.' It wasn't Medlock's voice; this was the man on the day shift, and I recognized him because he'd been on the board for Solitaire, name was Carey. 'He's still in Moscow.'

'He made contact?'

'No. We had him traced -- he went to his base in Lenin Prospekt.'

'He's worked with us before?'

In a moment, 'He's Bureau, but rather a lone wolf.' He didn't query the fact that I hadn't been briefed on Zymyanin, didn't want to tread on any toes. 'We've got a watch on him, and when he moves, we'll let you know. We think he's frightened, you see.'

'Yes.' It was possible that Jane didn't know Zymyanin, and couldn't have briefed me. Croder would have assumed I could trust him to know that the Soviet was reliable. But it made me uneasy: I didn't much care for lone wolves in a sensitive field like Moscow.

'But he should come round, in good time. If he doesn't ask for a rendezvous you'll have to make your own way. We'll keep you posted as to his movements. Don't leave the phone.'

I told him I'd got to go and find some clothes.

'Okay, but there's an answering machine, right?'

'Yes.'

'Keep as close as you can, though, in case he suddenly takes off somewhere.'

I said I'd do that.

'Any questions?' Carey asked me.

'No, but you can look after a couple of things for me. Was Hornby married?'

'Yes.'

'Send some flowers, will you?'

'How much for?'

'Oh, twenty pounds.'

'Name on the card?'

'Put anything. She doesn't know me.'

'Will do.'

'And tell Accounts we owe the Romanian Ministry of Agriculture for a sack of Grade A rye grain, 150 lbs.'