Struggling from the 287 step
climb, the fat man holding a bunch of flowers breathed heavily as he recognised
those that Edwinski held and approached the spy who, in comparison, was totally
relaxed having been waiting some fifteen minutes, filling time by looking out
over Edinburgh.
Edwinski, by a rule of thumb,
was always early on these occasions. Partly
so that he could ensure he was first to make first impressions but mostly just
to look cool and not be the one having to do the searching.
The fat man approached
Edwinski asking, “Did you know that Hogmanay is just six weeks away now?”
“Then it must be Christmas in
five,” was the spy’s required response.
And so began a seemingly
innocent conversation about approaching festivities that was peppered with
codes referring to important discs, the men in possession of them and the
location of these men. A conversation
Edwinski was supposed to be able to remember word for word. Which was why a dictaphone was left running
in his pocket so he could later analyse the conversation to make sure of any
conclusions he had drawn once he was back in his room at the Balmoral
Hotel. Should he need to.
Finally the fat man finished
and Edwinski was the first to descend the Scott Monument into the gardens
below. As all spies do he took the long
way home, walking away from Princes Street and paid the castle a quick visit so
as to lose any unwelcome followers.
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