The Secret Servant

destroy everything for which it had once stood. The British security and intelligence services, confronted by a gathering storm, had responded by choosing the path of accommodation rather than resistance. Extremism was tolerated so long as it was directed outward , toward the secular Arab regimes, America, and, of course, Israel. The failure of this policy of appeasement had been held up for all the world to see on July 7, 2005, when three bombs exploded inside the London Underground and a fourth tore a London city bus to shreds in Russell Square. Fifty-two people were killed and seven hundred more wounded. The perpetrators of this bloodbath were not destitute Muslims from abroad but middle-class British boys who had turned on the country of their birth. And all evidence suggested it was only their opening salvo. Her Majesty’s security services estimated the number of terrorists residing in Britain at sixteen thousand—three thousand of whom had actually trained in al-Qaeda camps—and recent intelligence suggested that the United Kingdom had eclipsed America and Israel as al-Qaeda’s primary target.
    “It’s funny,” said Seymour, “but when we checked the manifest for the flight from Amsterdam we didn’t see anyone on the list named Gabriel Allon.”
    “Obviously you didn’t look hard enough.”
    The MI5 man held out his hand.
    “Let’s not do this, Graham. Haven’t we more pressing matters to deal with than the name on my passport?”
    “Give it to me.”
    Gabriel surrendered his passport and stared out the window at the traffic rushing along the A4. It was 3:30 in the afternoon and already dark. No wonder the Arabs turned to radicals when they moved here, he thought. Perhaps it was light deprivation that drove them to jihad and terror.
    Graham Seymour opened the passport and recited the particulars. “Heinrich Kiever. Place of birth, Berlin.” He looked up at Gabriel. “East or West?”
    “Herr Kiever is definitely a man of the West.”
    “We had an agreement, Allon.”
    “Yes, I know.”
    “It stated that we would grant you absolution for your multitude of sins in exchange for a simple commitment on your part—that you would inform us when you were coming to our fair shores and that you would refrain from conducting operations on our soil without obtaining our permission and cooperation beforehand.”
    “I’m sitting in the back of an MI5 limousine. How much more cooperation and notification do you require?”
    “What about the passport?”
    “It’s nice, isn’t it?”
    “Do the Germans know you’re abusing their travel documents?”
    “We abuse yours, too, Graham. It’s what we do.”
    “ We don’t do it. SIS makes a point of traveling only on British or Commonwealth passports.”
    “How sporting of them,” Gabriel said. “But it’s far easier to travel the world on a British passport than it is on an Israeli one. Safer, too. Take a trip to Syria or Lebanon some time on an Israeli passport. It’s an experience you’ll never forget.”
    “Smart-ass.” Seymour handed the passport to Gabriel. “What were you doing in Amsterdam?”
    “Some personal business.”
    “Elaborate, please.”
    “I’m afraid I can’t.”
    “Did the Dutch know you were there?”
    “Not exactly.”
    “I’ll take that as a no.”
    “I always heard you were good, Graham.”
    Seymour pulled his face into a fatigued frown, a sign that he’d had enough of the verbal sparring match. The inhospitality of his reception came as little surprise to Gabriel. The British services did not care much for the Office. They were Arabists by education, anti-Semites by breeding, and still resented the Jews for driving the Empire out of Palestine.
    “What have you got for me, Gabriel?”
    “I think an al-Qaeda cell from Amsterdam might have entered Britain in the last forty-eight hours with the intention of carrying out a major attack.”
    “Just one cell?” Seymour quipped. “I’m sure they’ll feel right at home.”
    “That bad, Graham?”
    Seymour nodded his gray head. “At last count we were monitoring more than two hundred networks and separate groupings of known terrorists. Half our Muslim youth profess admiration for Osama bin Laden, and we estimate that more than one hundred thousand supported the attacks on the London transport system, which means they have a very large pool of potential recruits from which to draw in the future. So you’ll excuse me if I don’t sound the alarm just