The Light of Day (14 page)

'We are in what used to be the palace harem now,' the lieutenant said impressively. The steel doors guarded it. Each woman had her own suite of rooms. Now certain important government departments have their offices here.'

I was about to say, 'Ah, taken over by the eunuchs, you mean', but thought better of it He did not look as if he cared for jokes. Besides, I had had a long day and was feeling tired. We went on through another lot of steel doors. I was resigned to more corridors, when the janitor stopped and unlocked the door of one of the rooms. The lieutenant turned on the lights and motioned me in.

It was not much larger than my room at the Park, but probably the height of the ceiling and the heavy red and gold curtains over the window made it seem smaller. The walls were hung with patterned red silk and several large paintings. There was a parquet floor and a white marble fireplace. A dozen gilt armchairs stood around the walls, as if the room had just been cleared for dancing. The desk and chairs standing in the centre looked like a party of badly-dressed gate-crashers.

'You may sit down and you may smoke,' the lieutenant said 'but please be careful if you smoke to put out your cigarette in the fireplace.'

The janitor left, shutting the door behind him. The lieutenant sat down at the desk and began to use the telephone.

The paintings in the room were, with one exception, of the kind I had seen in the corridors, only bigger. On one wall was a Dutch fishing-boat in a storm; facing it, alongside a most un-Turkish group of nymphs bathing in a woodland stream» was a Russian cavalry charge. The painting over the fireplace, however, was undoubtedly Turkish. It showed a bearded man in a frock-coat and fez facing three other bearded men who were looking at him as if he had B.O. or had said something disgusting. Two of the group wore glittering uniforms.

When the lieutenant had finished telephoning, I asked him what the painting was about.

‘That is the leaders of the nation demanding the abdication of Sultan Abdul Hamid the Second.'

'Isn't that rather a strange picture to have in a Sultan's palace?'

'Not in this palace. A greater man than any of the Sultans died here, greater even than Suleiman.' He gave me a hard, challenging look, daring me to deny it.

I agreed hastily. He went into a long rambling account of the iniquities of the Bayar-Menderes government and of the reasons why it had been necessary for the Army to clean out that rats' nest and form the Committee of National Union. Over the need to shoot down without mercy all who were trying to wreck the Committee's work, especially those members of the Democratic Party who had escaped justice at the Army's hands, he became so vehement that he was still haranguing me when Major
Tufan
walked into the room.

I felt almost sorry for the lieutenant. He snapped to attention, mumbling apologies like a litany.
Tufan
had been impressive enough in civilian clothes; in uniform and with a pistol on his belt he looked as if he were on his way to take charge of a firing squad—and looking forward keenly to the job. He listened to the lieutenant for about five seconds, then dismissed him with a flick of a hand.

As the door closed on the lieutenant,
Tufan
appeared to notice me. 'Do you know that President Kemal Ataturk died in this palace?' he asked.

‘I gathered so from the lieutenant.'

'It was in nineteen-thirty-eight The Director was much with him before the end and the President talked freely.

One thing he said the Director has always remembered. "If I can live another fifteen years I can make Turkey a democracy. If I die sooner, it will take three generations." That young officer probably represents the type of difficulty he had in mind.' He put the briefcase on the desk and sat down. 'Now, as to your difficulties. We have both had time to think. What do you propose?'

'Until I know what it's going to be like at the villa, I don't see how I can propose anything.'

'As you are their chauffeur it will obviously be necessary for you to attend to the fuelling of the car. There is a garage outside Sariyer that you could go to. It has a telephone.'

'I had thought of that, but it may not be reliable. It depends on how much the car is used. For example, if I only drive into Istanbul and back, I can't pretend to need petrol immediately. That car takes over a hundred litres. If I were always going to the garage at a fixed time to fill up, no matter what mileage I had driven, they would become suspicious.'

‘We can dispense with the fixed time. I have arranged for a twenty-four-hour watch. And even if you foresee future difficulties, you should be able to make one single call to report on them. After that, if necessary, we will use a different method. It will entail more risk for you, but that cannot be avoided. You will have to write your reports. Then you will put the report inside an empty cigarette packet. The person following you at the time—I have arranged to have the car changed every day—will then pick the reports up.'

'You mean you expect me to throw them out of the window and hope they won't notice?'

'Of course not. You will drop them whenever you find a suitable moment when you have stopped and are outside the car.'

I thought it over; that part of it might not be so bad. I would just have to make sure that I had plenty of cigarette packets. What I did not like was having to write out the reports. I said so.

There is a slight risk, I agree,' he said; 'but you will have to take it Remember, they will only search you if you have given them reason to suspect you. You must be careful not to.'

'I still have to write the reports.’

‘You can do that in the toilet. I do not imagine you will be observed there. Now, as to our communicating information and orders to you.' He opened his briefcase and took out a small portable transistor radio of the type I had seen German tourists carrying. 'You will carry this in your bag. If it should be seen, or you should be heard using it, you will say that it was given to you by a German client. Normally it receives only standard broadcast frequencies, but this one has been modified. I will show you.’ He slipped it out of the carrying case, took the back off and pointed to a small switch just by the battery compartment. 'If you operate that switch it will receive V.H.F. transmissions on a fixed frequency from up to half a mile away. The
transmissions
will be made to you from a surveillance car. It is a system we have tried out, and, providing there are no large obstacles such as buildings between the two points, it works. Your listening times will be seven in the morning and eleven at night. Is that clear? For security it will be better if you use the earphone attachment.'

'I see. You say it has been modified. Does that mean that it won't receive ordinary broadcasts? Because, if so, I couldn't explain it. ..'

'It will work normally unless you move this switch.' He replaced the back. 'Now then, I have some information for you. Both Harper and Miss Lipp are travelling on Swiss passports. We had no time at the airport to discover, without arousing suspicion, if the passports were genuine or not. The relevant particulars are as follows: Robert Karl Harper, aged thirty-eight, described as an engineer, place of birth Berne, and Elizabeth Maria Lipp, aged thirty-six, described as a student, place of birth
Schaffhausen."

'A student?'

'Anyone can be described as a student. It is meaningless. Now, as to the
Kösk
Sardunya.' He referred to a paper in the briefcase. 'It is the property of the widow of a former minister in the government of President
Inonü.
She is nearly eighty now and has for some years lived quietly with her daughter in Izmir. She has from time to time tried to sell Sardunya, but nobody has wished to buy at the price she asks. For the past two years, she has leased it furnished to a N.A.T.O naval mission which had business in the zone. The mission's work ended at the beginning of the year. Her agent here in Istanbul was unable to find another tenant until three months ago. Then he received an inquiry from an Austrian named Fischer—yes, exactly—who was staying at the Hilton Hotel. Fischer's other names are Hans Andreas, and he gave an address in Vienna. He wanted a furnished villa for two months, not a particular villa, but one in that neighbourhood and near to the shore. He was willing to pay well for a short lease, and gave a deposit in Swiss francs. On the lease, which is in his name, his occupation is given as manufacturer. He arrived three weeks ago when the lease began and has not registered with the police. We have not yet traced the record of his entry, so we do not have all passport particulars about him.'

'What is he a manufacturer of?’

‘We do not know. We have sent an inquiry to
Interpol,
but I expect a negative reply. We received negative replies on both Harper and Lipp. That increases the probability that they are politicals.'

'Or that they are using aliases.'

'Perhaps. Now, the other personnel at the villa. There are a husband and wife who live over what was the stabling. Their name is Hamul and they are old servants who have been there for some years as caretakers and who do cleaning work. Then there is the cook. Through the owner's agent, Fischer requested a cook with experience of Italian cooking. The agent found a Turkish Cypriot named Geven who had worked in Italy. The police here have had trouble with him. He is a good cook, but he gets drunk and attacks people. He served a short prison sentence for wounding a waiter. It is believed that the agent did not know this when he recommended the man to Fischer.'

'Is there anything against the couple?'

'No. They are honest "enough." He put his papers away. That is all we know so far, but, as you see, the shape of a conspiracy begins to unfold. One person goes ahead to establish a base of operations, a second person arranges for the purchase of weapons, a third arrives with the means of transporting them and a prepared cover story. Probably the real leaders have not yet arrived. When they do, it will be your duty to report the fact. Meanwhile, your orders are, specifically, first to ascertain whether the weapons have been removed from the car or not, and secondly, if they have been removed, where they are cached. The first will be easy, the second may be difficult.'

'If not impossible.'

He shrugged. ‘Well, you must run no risks at this stage. Thirdly, you will continue to listen for any mention of names—names of persons or places—and report movements. Finally, you will
listen
particularly for any political content in their conversation. The smallest hint may be of importance in that connection. That is all, I think. Have you any questions?'

‘Dozens,' I said; 'only I don't know what they are at the moment.’

I could see he hadn't liked that at once. It was a bit cheeky, I suppose; but I was really tired of him.

He pursed his lips at me. ‘The Director is very pleased with you so far, Simpson,' he said. 'He even spoke of the possibility of helping you in some way beyond the withdrawal of the charges against you, perhaps in connection with your papers, if your co-operation brought about a successful disposal of this matter. It is your chance. Why
dont
you take it?'

This boy could do better. He should be encouraged to adopt a more positive attitude towards his schoolwork.
Athletics: Fair. Punctuality: Fair. Conduct:
Has left much to be desired this term.
Signed: G.
D. Brush M.A. (Oxon.)
Headmaster.

I did my best. ‘What do you mean by "political context"?' I asked. 'Do you mean, are they in favour of democratic ideals? Or against a military dictatorship?—that's what some people call your government, isn't it? Do they talk about capitalist oppression or Soviet domination or the welfare of mankind? Things like that? Because, if so, I can tell you now that the only section of
mankind
that Harper is interested in is the bit represented by himself.'

That could be said of a great many political conspirators. Obviously, what we are concerned with is their attitudes to the political situation here, where the Army acts at present as a trustee for the Republic.' He said that stiffly; he hadn't liked the bit about military dictatorship either. 'As I have said, Harper may be merely a hired operative, but we cannot say yet. Remember, there are six pistols and ammunition for six.'

‘That's another thing I don't understand, sir. I know that there are all those grenades, too—but
pistols!
Is that enough for a
coup d'etat?
 
If
 
they were machine-guns now…’

'My dear Simpson, the head of a secret political organization in Belgrade once handed out four pistols to four rather stupid students. In the event only one was used, but it was used to assassinate the Archduke Ferdinand of Austria and it started a European war. Pistols ^can be carried in the pocket. Machine-guns cannot.'

'You think these people are out to assassinate somebody?'

That is for you to help us discover. Have you any more questions?'

'Is there any information yet about this business machine company, Tekelek? Harper seemed to be using it as a cover.'

'We are still awaiting word from Switzerland. If it is of interest I will let you know.'

He handed me the portable radio, then, as I got up to go, went to the door and gave an order to the lieutenant waiting outside about taking me back to the gate. I had started to move when he had an afterthought and stopped me.