<A J. LE CARRE>
<T Spy who came in from Cold>
<C i>
<P 5>
The American handed Leamas another cup of coffee
and said, "Why don't you go back and sleep? We can
ring you if he shows up."
Leamas said nothing, just stared through the window of
the checkpoint, along the empty street.
"You can't wait for ever, sir. Maybe he'll come some
other time. We can have the polizei contact the Agency:
you can be back here in twenty minutes."
"No," said Leamas, "it's nearly dark now."
"But you can't wait for ever; he's nine hours over
schedule."
"If you want to go, go. You've been very good,"
Leamas added. "I'll tell Kramer you've been damn'
good."
"But how long will you wait?"
"Until he comes." Leamas walked to the observation
window and stood between the two motionless policemen.
Their binoculars were trained on the Eastern checkpoint.
"He's waiting for the dark," Leamas muttered. "I
know he is."
"This morning you said he'd come across with the
workmen."
Leamas turned on him.
"Agents aren't aeroplanes . . .
