'I will,' I said. By now I had acquired a small addiction to museums. It would please Fabian when I reported that I had been to the Borghese. He, too, had told me to visit it. 'Pay special attention to the Titians,' Fabian had instructed. '

When we swung through the gates of the club, Lorimer parked the car in the shade of some poplars. There were other cars parked along the road, but nobody to be seen. I started to open the door on my side, but Lorimer put out his hand and touched my arm to stop me.

'Have you got it?'

'Yes.' I reached into the inside pocket of my jacket and pulled out the bulky envelope. I handed it to Lorimer. Without examining it, Lorimer stuffed it into the inside pocket of his jacket.

'Evelyn told me you'd turn up eventually,' Lorimer said. Thanks for not calling me at the embassy.'

We got out of the car, Lorimer reaching in for a battered old tennis bag. As we walked toward the clubhouse, he said, 'I'm glad you could come. It's hard to arrange games at this hour. I like to play before lunch and Italians like to play after lunch. Fundamental differences in two civilizations. Never to be reconciled. We call to each other from opposite sides of an abyss.' He saluted two small dark men who were playing on one of the courts. 'In a minute,' he shouted.

The two men were only rallying, but they looked pretty good. 'I'm afraid I'm going to slow down your game a bit,' I said, watching them. 'I haven't played in years.'

'Don't give it a thought,' he said. 'Just keep moving up to the net. They crack under pressure.' He grinned. He had a nice, friendly, wolfish grin.

The sneakers fit me comfortably and the shorts and shirt approximately, flopping around me a bit, but playable.

'Take your valuables with you to the court,' Lorimer said. 'You could leave them at the desk, but there have been incidents. And don't leave your passport lying around anywhere, or one day you will be surprised to read that a Sicilian by the name of Douglas Grimes has been arrested for smuggling heroin.' I saw that along with his wallet and loose change and his watch, he also took Evelyn's envelope out to the court with him.

I doubt that the two men we played with ever heard my name. Lorimer introduced us, but spoke in mumbled Italian, and I never got their names.

I enjoyed the game more than I thought I would. The Skiing I had done that winter had kept me in shape and my reflexes were still there. And as Dr Ryan had promised, my eyes were adequate for the sport. Lorimer loped all over the court, blasting everything. He was wild, but intermittently very effective. We split the first two sets with the Italian gentlemen, who, as Lorimer had predicted, cracked under pressure. I developed a blister on my thumb in the third set and had to quit. The blister was a small price to pay for the pleasure of playing in the balmy Roman sunshine alongside the river which Shakespeare had insisted Caesar had swum with all his armor on. It had been a dry season and the river looked small and innocent and as though I could have swum it, too.

While we were dressing, after our showers, the Italians invited us to lunch, which they were having at the club, before going back to their offices. 'Tell me, partner,' Lorimer said to me, 'is this your first time in Rome?'

'First day,' I said.

'We won't eat here then. We'll go to a tourist place. The Tre Scalini in the Piazza Navona.' I nodded. That was on Fabian's list, too. 'Whenever anybody comes to Rome,' Lorimer said, 'I tell them not to pretend to be anything else but a tourist. Do and see all the standard things. The Vatican, the Sistine Chapel, the Castel Sanl'-Angelo, the Moses, the Forums, etcetera. They haven't been put in guidebooks for hundreds of years for nothing. Later on, you can pick your own way. For reading, I suggest Stendhal Do you read French?'

No.'

'Pity.'

'I wish I could go back to school all over again.'

'Don't we all?' he said.

'How do you like your lunch?' Lorimer asked. We were sitting out on the terrace looking across at the great fountain, with the four enormous carved feminine figures of the Rivers. It was certainly a better idea than having a sandwich and a beer at the bar of the tennis club.

'I like it fine,' I said.

'Don't spread it around,' Lorimer said. 'In certain high-toned circle» it is accepted doctrine that the food is inedible.' He grinned. 'You'll be marked as a crude yokel for life and you'll only get to meet a principessa with difficulty.'

'Well. I can say I liked the view, can't I?'

'Say you just happened to be strolling through the Piazza Navona by accident. At night. If the subject comes up.' He stared thoughtfully at the fountain.' Dwarfing, isn't it?'

'What's dwarfing?'

'Those big girls. That's one of the reasons I prefer Rome to New York, say. Here you're dwarfed by art and religion, not by the steel and glass fantasies of insurance companies and stockbrokers.'

'Have you been here long?'

'Not long enough. And the sons of bitches are trying to move me out.' He tapped the bulge in his jacket made by the envelope I had given him. He had taken it out, slit it open, and glanced through the pages hastily while we were waiting to be served. When the first course and the wine appeared, he had jammed the pages back into his pocket without comment. 'That's what this is all about,' he said, tapping the jacket for the second time. They're after me. I know it and they know I know and we're all waiting for someone to make the wrong move. I sent along some recommendations that were not received - ah - with enthusiasm in certain quarters. I pushed through some contracts. Evelyn was in on it, too, in Justice and her head is on the block, too. We tried to get the money to the right people in this beautiful, lamentable country, with its desperate inhabitants, not the wrong people. A difference of opinion. Possibly fatal. Don't boast that you know me. There're spies everywhere. When I get back to my desk, the papers will have been moved. Do I sound paranoid?'

'I wouldn't know,' I said, 'although Evelyn hinted...' 'It happened before,' Lorimer said, 'and it sure as hell can happen again, with what's going on in Washington. What McCarthy did to the old China hands for coming in with an unpopular message will look like a tea party compared to what that bunch in the White House are capable of pulling off. Orwell was wrong. It shouldn't have been nineteen eighty-four. It should have been nineteen seventy-three. Do you think they'll get that second-story man out of the White House?'

I shrugged. 'I haven't been following it closely,' I said. Lorimer looked at me oddly. 'Americans.' He shook his head sadly. 'My bet is he'll still be there till the next election. With his foot on all our necks. My next post will probably be in some small African country where they have a coup d'etat every three months and shoot American ambassadors. Come and visit me.' He grinned and poured himself a full glass of wine. Whatever he was, he wasn't frightened. 'I'm afraid I won't be able to devote any time to you this week. I have to go to Naples for a few days. But I can get back for tennis again on Saturday and there's a poker game on Saturday night, mostly newspapermen, nobody from the embassy.. A Evelyn wrote you were a devout poker player....'

'I'm sorry.' I said. 'I won't be here. I have to be in Porto Ercole Saturday.'

'Porto Ercole?' he said. 'The Pellicano?'

'As a matter of fact, I have a reservation there.'

'For a fellow who's just arrived in Italy, you know your way around. The Grand in Rome, the Pellicano in Porto Ercole.'

'I've been briefed by a friend,' I said. 'He knows his way around everywhere.'

'You'll love it,' Lorimer said. 'I go up there for weekends whenever I can. They have a nice tennis court. I envy you.' He looked at his watch, then started to pull out his wallet to pay.