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Will Bonner "How is it possible for you to help me?" An outcome was now definitely in the offing, and it was only necessary to state the obvious. "If I don't know the nature of the problem, how will I know?" "You won't tell a soul will you? It could ruin me and my family." "You can bank on it. Always remember, I've been there myself." The details came thick and fast. He was hardly stopping to draw breath in an obvious effort to relieve the pressure that had built up inside. When he eventually stopped Will sat there dumbfounded. The web that Margaret had succeeded in weaving was all encompassing. Paul's impatience at not receiving an immediate response boiled over. "I told you that you wouldn't be able to do anything. You're stymied aren't you?" "As a matter of fact, no. You haven't given me enough time to put the pieces together." Paul looked dejected. A short while ago he was at least in control of the problem in his own mind, but now he was between a rock and a hard place with another person's integrity to worry about. Will knew instinctively that he couldn't leave him up in the air without something to look forward to. It could be dangerous. "I can do something for you but I have to see a couple of people first." Paul's face momentarily lit up and then faded. "You're not conning me, are you?" "No, rest assured of that. Can I see you in a couple of days, during the evening preferably, and not here?" "My Dad's away on a government trip and he's taken my mother. Gregory is in Sydney on a business venture for the next few days. We could meet at the house, if that's convenient." There it was again. Handed to him on a platter, an open invitation to the very place he needed to see. "That sounds good. Let's say the evening after next, at 7.30 p.m." "What will you be doing during the next couple of days?" "I'll tell you when we meet. Just try and relax, I feel certain your problems can be solved. Is your house equipped with security?" "Yes, but I'll see that it is switched off when you visit. There's a narrow driveway at the back of the house leading to my quarters. It will be best to enter that way instead of the main drive." 330

The Reluctant Agent A Compelling Story of Espionage Will made his way back along the deck, his excuse for visiting Vic completely forgotten. With each step his mind and body were slipping into a nauseous state. Once out of sight of the yacht he collapsed on to a wooden storage locker situated next to the quay. Sitting bent over with his head in his hands he let the feeling develop. There was no point in fighting it. What he was doing to another human being was despicable, completely out of character with his upbringing, and the reaction was chastising his very being. He badly needed a reason for his actions, but there was not one available. An excuse perhaps to see him through the next phase of deceit. The very least he could do was to see that Paul's manufactured circumstances were wholly dispensed with. Yes, he would feel better if that were accomplished. He refrained from informing Margaret of his forthcoming meeting. She would be expecting some time to elapse anyway before contact was made. It was a minor consolation knowing that at least temporarily, he was in control. Darkness had fallen when Will parked his car about a quarter of a mile away and walked to the house in Brighton, a suburb adjacent to Port Phillip Bay. If anything went wrong God forbid! He would feel safer on foot. It was a fairly new property positioned on an abutment of land overlooking the bay. A single storey design that sprawled over the land, with sections that seemed to be dropped on to man-made ledges to take advantage of the view. An abundance of established trees shrouded the perimeter as Will made his way to the hidden driveway at the rear. It was a still night, the silence unnerving. He was trying to step lightly to muffle the sound of his footsteps without very much success. He could feel his heart beat increasing, as he had experienced on many an occasion. It was the uncertainty of the immediate future. The lights from the house were full on and shining across the narrow driveway into the trees beyond. Will scanned the walls looking for a door, but could see nothing. He approached the first large window and looked in. Paul was seated facing him in a comfortable lounge chair. Will raised his hand to knock as Paul looked up, jumping to his feet, a shocked look on his face. Quickly recovering, he pointed towards the other end of the building and Will noticed a tiny concealed entrance, partially hidden by shrubbery. Paul met him at the door. "You frightened me Brenner, I was expecting a car to come down the driveway." 331

Will Bonner<br />

"How is it possible for you to help me?"<br />

An outcome was now definitely in the offing, and it was only necessary to state<br />

the obvious. "If I don't know the nature of the problem, how will I know?"<br />

"You won't tell a soul will you? It could ruin me and my family."<br />

"You can bank on it. Always remember, I've been there myself."<br />

The details came thick and fast. He was hardly stopping to draw breath in an<br />

obvious effort to relieve the pressure that had built up inside. When he eventually<br />

stopped Will sat there dumbfounded. The web that Margaret had succeeded in<br />

weaving was all encompassing. Paul's impatience at not receiving an immediate<br />

response boiled over. "I told you that you wouldn't be able to do anything. You're<br />

stymied aren't you?"<br />

"As a matter of fact, no. You haven't given me enough time to put the pieces<br />

together."<br />

Paul looked dejected. A short while ago he was at least in control of the<br />

problem in his own mind, but now he was between a rock and a hard place with<br />

another person's integrity to worry about. Will knew instinctively that he couldn't<br />

leave him up in the air without something to look forward to. It could be<br />

dangerous. "I can do something for you but I have to see a couple of people first."<br />

Paul's face momentarily lit up and then faded. "You're not conning me, are<br />

you?"<br />

"No, rest assured of that. Can I see you in a couple of days, during the evening<br />

preferably, and not here?"<br />

"My Dad's away on a government trip and he's taken my mother. Gregory is<br />

in Sydney on a business venture for the next few days. We could meet at the<br />

house, if that's convenient."<br />

There it was again. Handed to him on a platter, an open invitation to the very<br />

place he needed to see. "That sounds good. Let's say the evening after next, at<br />

7.30 p.m."<br />

"What will you be doing during the next couple of days?"<br />

"I'll tell you when we meet. Just try and relax, I feel certain your problems can<br />

be solved. Is your house equipped with security?"<br />

"Yes, but I'll see that it is switched off when you visit. There's a narrow<br />

driveway at the back of the house leading to my quarters. It will be best to enter<br />

that way instead of the main drive."<br />

330

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