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An Officer and a Spy

An Officer and a Spy

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Autoren: Robert Harris
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minister.’
    ‘Unfortunately, he’s only just returned from Châteauneuf. He has a lot to do, and he’s really rather exhausted. Could you possibly come back on Monday?’ At least he has the grace to look embarrassed as he says this.
    ‘It won’t take long.’
    ‘Nevertheless . . .’
    ‘I’ll wait.’ I resume my place on the red leather banquette.
    He looks at me dubiously. ‘Perhaps I’d better go and have another word with the minister.’
    ‘Perhaps you should.’
    He clatters off up the marble staircase, and shortly afterwards calls down to me, his voice echoing off the stone walls. ‘Colonel Picquart!’
    Billot is sitting behind his desk. ‘Picquart,’ he says, wearily raising his hand, ‘I’m afraid I’m very busy’ – although there is no sign of any activity in his office, and I suspect he has simply been staring out of the window.
    ‘Forgive me, Minister. I shan’t detain you. But in the light of the newspaper stories this week, I feel the need to press you now for a decision about the Esterhazy investigation.’
    Billot peers at me warily from beneath his bushy white brows. ‘A decision about what aspect of it, exactly?’
    I begin to describe the idea I have devised with Desvernine, of luring Esterhazy to a meeting by means of a message purporting to come from Schwartzkoppen, but he cuts me off very quickly. ‘No, no, I don’t like that at all – that’s far too crude. In fact, you know, I’m starting to think that the quickest way to deal with this swine is actually not to prosecute him at all but to pension him off. Either that, or send him somewhere a long way away – Indochina or Africa: I don’t know – preferably somewhere he can contract a very nasty local disease, or take a bullet in the back without too many questions being asked.’
    I’m not sure how to respond to this suggestion, so I ignore it. ‘And what do we do about Dreyfus?’
    ‘He’ll just have to stay where he is. The law has pronounced and that’s an end of it.’
    ‘So you’ve reached a final decision?’
    ‘I have. I had the opportunity before the parade in Châteauneuf to discuss the matter privately with General Mercier. He motored over specially from Le Mans to talk about it.’
    ‘I bet he did!’
    ‘Be careful, Colonel . . .!’ Billot points a warning finger at me. Up till now he has always encouraged me to tiptoe to the edge of insubordination: it has amused him to play the indulgent paterfamilias. Clearly, like access to his garden, that privilege has been withdrawn.
    Still, I can’t stop myself. ‘This secret file – you do know that it proves nothing against Dreyfus? That it may even contain downright lies?’
    Billot puts his hands over his ears. ‘There are things I shouldn’t hear, Colonel.’
    He looks absurd, in the way that stubborn old men sometimes do: a sulky child in a nursery.
    ‘I can shout quite loudly,’ I warn him.
    ‘I mean it, Picquart! I mustn’t hear it!’ His voice is sharp. Only when he is satisfied that I won’t pollute his ears any further does he lower his hands. ‘Now don’t be such an arrogant young fool and listen to me.’ His voice is conciliatory, reasonable. ‘General Boisdeffre is about to welcome the Tsar to Paris in a diplomatic coup that will change the world. I have a six-hundred-million-franc budget estimate to negotiate with the Finance Committee. We simply can’t allow ourselves to be distracted from these great issues by the sordid matter of one Jew on a rock. It would tear the army to pieces. I would be hounded out of this office – and rightly so. You must keep the whole matter in proportion. Do you understand what I’m saying, Colonel?’
    I nod.
    He rises from behind his desk with surprising grace and comes round to stand in front of me. ‘Calmon-Maison tells me we’ve had to change the locks on the garden. It’s such a bore. I’ll make sure you get a new key. I do so greatly value your intelligence, dear boy.’ He offers me his hand. His grip is hard, dry, calloused. He clamps his other hand around mine, imprisoning it. ‘There’s nothing easy about power, Georges. One needs the stomach to take hard decisions. But I’ve seen all this before. Today the press is Dreyfus, Dreyfus, Dreyfus; tomorrow, without some new disclosure, they’ll have forgotten all about him, you’ll see.’
    Billot’s prediction about Dreyfus and the press proves correct. As abruptly as they took him up again, the newspapers lose

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