Sublime

network; she was used for courier jobs. They shot her dead in the street as she left a West Berlin cinema. The police never found the murderer and Leamas was at first inclined to write the incident off as unconnected with her work.

Control put his hand lightly on Leamas’ shoulder. “This is your last job,” he said. “Then you can come in from the cold. About that girl—do you want anything done about her, money or anything?” “When it’s over. I’ll take care of it myself then.” “Quite. It would be very insecure to do anything now.”

Somewhere long ago there had been a divorce; somewhere there were children, now in their teens, who received their allowance from a rather odd private bank in the City.