A Death in Vienna

of it. He came from Wall Street, our director. He likes to think of himself as a hands-on, take-charge sort of fellow. Always knew what every division of the company was doing. Tries to run the Agency the same way. And as you know, he’s also a friend of the president. If you cross him, he’ll call the White House, and it’ll be over.”
    Gabriel looked to Shamron, who gritted his teeth and nodded. Carter got his briefing. Shamron remained seated for a few minutes, but soon he was up and pacing the room, a chef whose secret recipes are being given to a competitor up the street. When it was finished, Carter took a long time loading the bowl of his pipe with tobacco.
    “Sounds to me as if you gentlemen are ready,” he said. “What are you waiting for? If I were you, I’d put it in motion before my hands-on director decides he wants to be part of the snatch team.”
    Gabriel agreed. He picked up the telephone and dialed Uzi Navot in Zurich.
    33
    VIENNA • MUNICH
    KLAUS HALDER KNOCKEDsoftly on the door of the study. The voice on the other side granted permission for him to enter. He pushed open the door and saw the old man seated in the half-light, his eyes fixed on the flickering screen of the television: a Metzler rally that afternoon in Graz, adoring crowds, talk already turning to the composition of the Metzler cabinet. The old man killed the image by remote and turned his blue eyes on the bodyguard. Halder glanced toward the telephone. A green light was winking.
    “Who is it?”
    “Herr Becker, calling from Zurich.”
    The old man picked up the receiver. “Good evening, Konrad.”
    “Good evening, Herr Vogel. I’m sorry to bother you so late, but I’m afraid it couldn’t wait.”
    “Is something wrong?”
    “Oh, no, quite the contrary. Given the recent election news from Vienna, I’ve decided to quicken the pace of my preparations and proceed as though Peter Metzler’s victory is a fait accompli.”
    “A wise course of action, Konrad.”
    “I thought you’d agree. I have several documents that require your signature. I thought it would be best for us to start that process now rather than waiting until the last moment.”
    “What sort of documents?”
    “My lawyer will be able to explain them better than I can. If it’s all right with you, I’d like to come to Vienna for a meeting. It won’t take more than a few minutes.”
    “How does Friday sound?”
    “Friday would be fine, as long as it’s late afternoon. I have an appointment in the morning that can’t be moved.”
    “Shall we say four o’clock?”
    “Five would be better for me, Herr Vogel.”
    “All right, Friday at five o’clock.”
    “I’ll see you then.”
    “Konrad?”
    “Yes, Herr Vogel.”
    “This lawyer—tell me his name, please.”
    “Oskar Lange, Herr Vogel. He’s a very talented man. I’ve used him many times in the past.”
    “I assume he’s a fellow who understands the meaning of the word ‘discretion’?”
    “Discreet doesn’t even begin to describe him. You’re in very capable hands.”
    “Goodbye, Konrad.”
    The old man hung up the phone and looked at Halder.
    “He’s bringing someone with him?”
    A slow nod.
    “He’s always come alone in the past. Why is he suddenly bringing along a helper?”
    “Herr Becker is about to receive one hundred million dollars, Klaus. If there’s one man in the world we can trust, it’s the gnome from Zurich.”
    The bodyguard moved toward the door.
    “Klaus?”
    “Yes, Herr Vogel?”
    “Perhaps you’re right. Call some of our friends in Zurich. See if anyone’s heard of a lawyer named Oskar Lange.”
    ONE HOUR LATER,a recording of Becker’s telephone call was sent by secure transmission from the offices of Becker & Puhl in Zurich to the safe flat in Munich. They listened to it once, then again, then a third time. Adrian Carter did not like what he heard.
    “You realize that as soon as Radek put down the phone, he made a second phone call to Zurich to check out Oskar Lange. I hope you’ve accounted for that.”
    Shamron seemed disappointed in Carter. “What do you think, Adrian? We’ve never done this sort of thing before? We’re children who need to be shown the way?”
    Carter put a match to his pipe and puffed smoke, awaiting his answer.
    “Have you ever heard of the termsayan ?” Shamron said. “Orsayanim ?”
    Carter nodded with the pipe between his teeth. “Your little volunteer helpers,” he said. “The hotel clerks who give you