Berlin Game (Samson)
Len Deighton
Language: English
Pages: 435
ISBN: B003P9XE0Q
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Long-awaited reissue of the first part of the classic spy trilogy, GAME, SET and MATCH, when the Berlin Wall divided not just a city but a world.
East is East and West is West – and they meet in Berlin…
He was the best source the Department ever had, but now he desperately wanted to come over the Wall. ‘Brahms Four’ was certain a high-ranking mole was set to betray him. There was only one Englishman he trusted any more: someone from the old days.
So they decided to put Bernard Samson back into the field after five sedentary years of flying a desk.
The field is Berlin.
The game is as baffling, treacherous and lethal as ever…
is,’ I said. ‘You’ve guessed, you mean.’ ‘I know. I’ve always known.’ ‘I risked my freedom to get it this morning,’ he said. ‘I’m sorry,’ I said. I picked up the envelope and toyed with it as I reasoned out what to do. Finally I handed it back to him. ‘Take it to London,’ I said. ‘Give it to Richard Cruyer – he’s a slim fellow with curly hair and chewed fingernails – make sure no one else gets it. Now we must go. The police seem to have traced us here. They’re the same ones who went to
she was really interested in her job in the Department or if she just stayed there to keep an eye on me. ‘We’re about to land, old boy,’ said the Brigadier. ‘Make sure your seat belt is fastened.’ The plane was over Berlin now. I could see the jagged shape of the Wall as the pilot turned on to finals for the approach to RAF Gatow, the onetime Luftwaffe training college. Its runway ends abruptly at the Wall, except that here the ‘Wall’ is a wire-mesh fence and a sandy patch that intelligence
or his home has been burgled, or he finds a security man going through his desk one morning when he arrives a bit early. They didn’t even promise to get him away if anything went wrong.’ ‘Can you see Giles Trent living in Moscow? Really, darling!’ ‘KGB procedures are laid down in Moscow. They don’t let any local man decide what he thinks will suit the personality of the agent he runs. You don’t understand the bloody Russians. All KGB agents have goodbye codes.’ ‘Perhaps they have decided to
the tunnel again. ‘In 1945, the Red Army – fighting their way into the city – were held up at Stadtmitte U-Bahn station,’ said Frank. ‘The station was being used as headquarters by the SS Division Nordland. They were the last German regulars holding out, and they weren’t very German. Nordland had become a collection of foreign volunteers, including three hundred Frenchmen who’d been sent from another unit. The Germans were shooting from about where we are standing now and the Russians couldn’t
from the direction of the old Reichsbank building – now the offices of the Central Committee – made me change my mind quickly. If only we hadn’t had to wait until the underground trains stopped, I could have mingled with the tourists and those groups of Western visitors who go through Checkpoint Charlie just to visit the theatres or the opera houses for the evening. Some of them were dressed in dinner suits and stiff-fronted shirts, or the flamboyant mess kit of a garrisoned regiment. With them