Our Man in Havana Page #9

on Sundays and saints' days.

Mr. Wormold, you deserve a long rest.

Not too long, I hope.

I have a present for each of you.

It is rather sweet. What's yours?

Just a joke in doubtful taste.

He's not without humour.

But not right for a husband.

Are you telling us

that none of these reports are true?

- None.

- Why, it's incredible.

You knew

this chap kept a vacuum cleaner shop.

It was on his file. I reported it.

As far as I know

it's a perfectly respectable profession...

and fulfils a useful social purpose.

Didn't you spot that these drawings

were like his machines?

We all spotted it, even the Prime Minister.

But there's no reason

why the principle of a vacuum cleaner...

should not be applied to a weapon.

It seems odd that Mrs. Severn didn't know

she was working for a fraud.

I knew I was working for a brave man,

a good man.

It was a new experience.

I don't understand. What did she say?

- May we have your definition of "good"?

- No post mortems, please.

We have to decide the best method

of dealing with him.

In spite of Mrs. Severn's moving advocacy,

I should class this as treason.

Surely, sir, it's a case

for the Director of Public Prosecution?

The trial to be held in camera, of course, sir.

Father, what's that big castle?

The Tower of London.

- Can we drive your daughter anywhere?

- No, I'll wait for you here, Father.

I'm afraid she may have to wait

rather a long time.

Seems to me, gentlemen,

that what we have to do is only too simple.

We have to notify the Admiralty,

the War Office...

and the Air Ministry that these drawings

are not a weapon of war...

but the latest style of vacuum cleaner.

If I tell the War House that,

we might as well pack up.

I'm afraid the Admiralty, in future,

would rely on Naval Intelligence.

My people would have no more use

for the Secret Service, sir.

Well, sir...

Very well.

Mrs. Severn,

will you tell him we shall see him shortly?

Yes, 59200?

Of course, sir,

it will be for you to tell the Prime Minister.

- Why did you come back?

- I had no choice.

- Do things look black?

- Pretty black.

- What will they do to you?

- They need a secretary in Jakarta.

That's worse than the Persian Gulf.

- It doesn't matter very much where I wait.

- Wait for what?

You.

- Darling.

- Stay here.

- I told you I'd wait.

- It may be rather a long time.

- Sit down.

- I prefer to stand.

That's a quotation, isn't it?

You have no right to send her to Jakarta.

- Send who?

- Mrs. Severn.

- She knew of nothing of anything...

- lf you'll allow me to speak.

Thank you.

We've been considering your last report.

When I sent that confession,

it was the first she knew of...

That confession was never received.

Understand that clearly, never received.

I'm speaking of something quite different.

The report in which you said

the constructions had proved a failure.

I never said anything of the sort.

On the contrary...

And that the works, whatever they were,

had been dismantled.

In view of that,

we have decided to shut down your post.

We think the best thing for you would

be to stay here on our training staff...

lecturing how to run a station abroad.

As we always do

when a man retires from a post abroad...

we'll recommend you for a decoration.

In your case,

under the rather special circumstances...

we can hardly suggest

anything higher than the OBE.

Good morning. Good morning, gentlemen.

Are you going back to your office?

I'll walk over with you.

- 59200.

- Yes, sir?

See that these drawings are destroyed.

They must never get out of here.

- I can't say how sorry I am, sir.

- There's nothing to be sorry for, 59200.

Happily, these plans never left our office.

In our service it is essential to bury

the past very quickly and very securely.

We will obviously

have to find a different girl for Jakarta.

The loss of those two, sir,

will create rather a vacuum.

What?

I'm most frightfully sorry, sir.

I really hadn't intended to make a pun.

I only thought, perhaps,

that if we are to make a clean sweep...

I'm wearing Indiscret. Can you smell it?

Have you seen this?

How is Seraphina?

Oh, one outgrows horses.

Thank you.

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