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Will Bonner Over the next month the surveillance equipment modification got underway. Adam became a perfect go-between with regard to technical matters, making it unnecessary for him to see Tony or Margaret. This welcome detachment was a relief. On occasions, he would get snippets of information about activities within the group, inadvertently passed on by Adam. Because of the nature of Adam's involvement, they could talk openly on the telephone and he could bring finished equipment to Will's workshop at home, giving him more time with the family, than he would otherwise have had. The changes in the equipment were so basic that no challenges were involved and Will began to wonder whether any form of imagination existed within the group. Margaret was obviously just letting things happen on the technical front, taking for granted that the equipment was in the forefront of technology. He had no other choice but to make contact with her to discuss what was going on. Since first meeting with Margaret he had never bothered to find out anything about her, and all channels of communication were of her own making. Other than the hideaway, he knew she had an apartment in the city near her father, but that was all. He had made arrangements for Adam to bring over some equipment for approval before being passed on. It was late in the night when they were wrapping things up. "Where did Margaret first interview you Adam?" "At the agency in Little Collins Street in the city, you know the one." "At the south end?" "No, in the arcade of offices next to the tourist bureau. They are at the far end before you emerge into Little Collins Street." Will was fearful of asking any more questions in case it provoked an adverse response. "Oh yes, I know the one, it's been ages since I was there. I thought they had vacated." "I can't see that happening, there's always plenty of work for Import/Export. I think it's money for old rope." "There's no doubt about that." It had been so easy to get the information, partially extracted and partially proffered. He would go tomorrow before Adam had any chance of further contact 280

The Reluctant Agent A Compelling Story of Espionage with Margaret. Arriving at the company workshops early, it was his intention to be at Margaret's office around 9 a.m. Leaving his service vehicle in the company garage around 8.45 a.m. he took the short walk to the top of Collins Street. The office was easy to find and he waited until 9.10 a.m. anticipating that by then everyone would have arrived. Stepping into the outer office he was striving to come up with an approach because he didn't know Margaret's surname. It was given to him on a platter. The girl sitting at the reception desk was on the phone but next to her was a notice which read "Colonial Import/Export Agency, Margaret Collins Proprietor." The girl put down the phone but before she had time to speak the door behind her opened and Margaret stepped out. For the very first time he witnessed a rare reaction. She looked completely shocked, and for a second or two was obviously floundering with what to do next. Turning on her heel she disappeared back into her office. "Can I help you?" "Yes, I'd like to see Margaret Collins if it's convenient." "Have you an appointment?" "No, but if you let her know I'm here I think she'll see me. I won't take up much of her time." She pressed the buzzer and picked up the phone. "Who shall I say is calling?" "Will Brenner." Will looked around whilst he was waiting. The office was extremely well appointed and his mind once again wandered into the realms of working for the organization. All he had to do was suggest to her that he could act as her technical manager, or similar title, and she would jump at the chance. He had gone over this line of thinking a dozen times before and always came to the same conclusion. The door opened, breaking his line of thought. Margaret was standing there now completely composed. She was dressed in business attire, a tailored blue jacket with lapel's and knee high skirt of the same material. A white blouse under the jacket terminated in ruffles around her neck. For a moment he was taken off guard. This looked an entirely different woman that he had become used to meeting. She beckoned him into her office and then into one behind that, which was as 281

Will Bonner<br />

Over the next month the surveillance equipment modification got underway.<br />

Adam became a perfect go-between with regard to technical matters, making it<br />

unnecessary for him to see Tony or Margaret. This welcome detachment was a<br />

relief.<br />

On occasions, he would get snippets of information about activities within the<br />

group, inadvertently passed on by Adam. Because of the nature of Adam's<br />

involvement, they could talk openly on the telephone and he could bring finished<br />

equipment to Will's workshop at home, giving him more time with the family, than<br />

he would otherwise have had.<br />

The changes in the equipment were so basic that no challenges were involved<br />

and Will began to wonder whether any form of imagination existed within the<br />

group. Margaret was obviously just letting things happen on the technical front,<br />

taking for granted that the equipment was in the forefront of technology. He had<br />

no other choice but to make contact with her to discuss what was going on.<br />

Since first meeting with Margaret he had never bothered to find out anything<br />

about her, and all channels of communication were of her own making. Other than<br />

the hideaway, he knew she had an apartment in the city near her father, but that<br />

was all.<br />

He had made arrangements for Adam to bring over some equipment for<br />

approval before being passed on. It was late in the night when they were wrapping<br />

things up.<br />

"Where did Margaret first interview you Adam?"<br />

"At the agency in Little Collins Street in the city, you know the one."<br />

"At the south end?"<br />

"No, in the arcade of offices next to the tourist bureau. They are at the far end<br />

before you emerge into Little Collins Street."<br />

Will was fearful of asking any more questions in case it provoked an adverse<br />

response. "Oh yes, I know the one, it's been ages since I was there. I thought they<br />

had vacated."<br />

"I can't see that happening, there's always plenty of work for Import/Export.<br />

I think it's money for old rope."<br />

"There's no doubt about that."<br />

It had been so easy to get the information, partially extracted and partially<br />

proffered. He would go tomorrow before Adam had any chance of further contact<br />

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