Грэм Грин - The Comedians

'He intended it all right, but he hadn't meant to say it so openly to you.'

'I wasn't very favourably impressed by that project, I'll allow, but you know even Brasilia … and they have all the technicians they need … it's something to want a thing even if you fail.'

'I don't think they are quite ripe here for vegetarianism.'

'I was thinking the same, but perhaps …'

'Perhaps you must have enough cash to be carnivorous first.

He gave me a quick look of reproach and said, 'I'll talk it all over with Mrs Smith.' Then he left me alone — at least I thought I was alone until I entered my office and found the British chargй there. Joseph had furnished him, I saw, with his special rum punch. 'A lovely colour,' the chargй said, holding it up to the light when I entered.

'It's the grenadine.'

'I'm going on leave,' he said, 'next week. And so I'm saying my adieux.'

'You won't be sorry to be out of here.'

'Oh, it's interesting,' he said, 'interesting. There are worse places.'

'The Congo perhaps? But people die quicker there.'

'At least I'm glad,' the chargй said, 'that I'm not leaving a fellow-countryman in jail. Mr Smith's intervention proved successful.'

'I wonder if it was Mr Smith. I got the impression Jones would have got out anyway, on his own steam.'

'I wish I knew what makes the steam. I won't pretend to you I haven't had inquiries …'

'Like Mr Smith he carried a letter of introduction, but like Mr Smith I suspect it was to the wrong man. That was why they arrested him, I imagine, when they took it off him at the port. I have a suspicion his letter was to one of the army officers.'

'He came to see me the night before last,' the chargй said. 'I wasn't expecting him. He was very late. I was just going to bed.'

'I haven't seen him since the night he was released. I think his friend Captain Concasseur doesn't regard me as sufficiently reliable. I was there, you see, when Concasseur broke up Philipot's funeral.'

'Jones gave me the impression he was engaged on some sort of project for the Government.'

'Where's he staying?'

'They've put him up at the Villa Crйole. You know the Government took the place over? They lodged the Polish mission there after the Americans left. The only guests they've had up till now. And the Poles departed very quickly. Jones has a car and a driver. Of course the driver may be his gaoler too. He's a Tonton Macoute. You haven't any idea what the project could be?'

'Not a clue. He ought to be careful. To sup with the Baron you need a very long spoon.'

'That's more or less what I told him. But I think he knows well enough — he's not a stupid man. Were you aware that he had been in Leopoldville?'

'I think he did say once …'

'It came out quite accidentally. He was there at the time of Lumumba. I checked up with London. Apparently he was helped out of Leopoldville by our consul. That doesn't mean much — a lot of people have been helped out of the Congo. The consul gave him his ticket to London, but he got off in Brussels. That's nothing against him either, of course … I think what he really wanted with me was to check up whether the British Embassy had the right of asylum. In case of difficulties. I had to tell him no. No legal right.'

'Is he in trouble already?'

'No. But he's sort of surveying his ground. Like Robinson Crusoe climbing the highest tree. But I didn't much fancy his Man Friday.'

'Who do you mean?'

'His driver. A man as fat as Gracia with a lot of gold teeth. I think he must collect gold teeth. He probably has good opportunities. I wish your friend Magiot would take that big gold molar out and put it in his safe. A gold tooth always attracts greed.' He drank the last of his rum.

This was a noonday for visitors. I had got into my bathing-trunks and dived into the pool only a little before the next comer arrived. I found I had to conquer some repugnance at bathing there, and the repugnance returned when I saw young Philipot looking down at me from the margin of the pool, standing just above the spot at the deep end where his uncle had bled to death. I had been swimming underwater, and I had not heard his approach. I was startled when his voice came through the skin of water. 'Monsieur Brown.'

'Why, Philipot, I didn't know you were here.'

'I did what you advised, Monsieur Brown. I went and saw Jones.

I had quite forgotten our conversation. 'Why?'

'Surely you remember — the Bren?'

Perhaps I had not taken him seriously enough. I had thought of the Bren as a new poetic symbol of his, like the pylons in the poems of my youth: after all those poets never joined the Electricity Board.

'He's staying up at the Villa Crйole with Captain Concasseur. I waited last night until I saw Concasseur go out, but there was still Jones's driver sitting at the foot of the stairs. The one with the gold teeth. The man who ruined Joseph.'

'He did that? How do you know?'

'Some of us keep a record. We have a lot of names on it now. My uncle, I am ashamed to say, was on the same list. Because of the pump in the Rue Desaix.'

'I don't think it was altogether his fault.'

'Nor do I. Now I have persuaded them his name belongs to the other list. The list of victims.'

'I hope you keep your files in a very safe place.'

'At least they have copies of them across the border!

'How did you get to see Jones?'

'I climbed into the kitchen through a window and then I went up the service stairs. I knocked on his door. I pretended to have a message from Concasseur. He was in bed.'

'He must have been a bit startled.'

'Monsieur Brown, do you know what those two are up to?'

'No. Do you?'

'I am not sure. I think so, but I am not sure.'

'What did you say to him?'

'I asked him to help us. I told him the raiders across the border could do nothing to shift the Doctor. They kill a few Tontons Macoute and then they get killed themselves. They have no training. They have no Brens. I told him how seven men once captured the army barracks because they had tommyguns. "Why are you telling this to me?" he asked. "You are not an agent provocateur, are you?" I said no; I said if we hadn't been prudent so long, Papa Doc wouldn't be there in the palace. Then Jones said, "I've seen the President." '

'Jones has seen Papa Doc?' I asked incredulously.

'He told me so, and I believe him. He's up to something, he and Captain Concasseur. He told me Papa Doc was as interested in weapons and training as I was. "The army's gone," Jones said, "not that it was any good to anyone, and what the Tontons Macoute have left of the American arms is all rusting away for want of proper care. So you see it's no good coming to me — unless you have a better proposition than the President's named already."'

'But he didn't say what proposition?'

'I tried to see the papers on his desk — they looked like the plans of a building, but he said to me, "Leave those alone. They mean a lot to me." Then he offered me a drink to show he had nothing personally against me. He said to me, "One has to earn a living the best way one can. What do you do?" I

said, "I used to write verses. Now I want a Bren gun. And training. Training too." He asked me, "Are there many of you?" and I told him that numbers were not so important. If the seven men had had seven Brens …'

I said, 'The Brens are not magical, Philipot. Sometimes they stick. Just as a silver bullet can miss. You are going back to Voodoo, Philipot.'

'And why not? Perhaps the gods from Dahomey are what we need now.'

'You are a Catholic. You believe in reason.'

'The Voodooists are Catholics too, and we don't live in a world of reason. Perhaps only Ogoun Ferraille can teach us to fight.'

'Was that all Jones said to you?'