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not true of Owen himself.
    He waited until they had all departed and then went back to his office.
     
    Abdul Kerim was the first to return. He reported that the friend had delivered Jullians to his own doorstep. He had seen Jullians get out and go in.
    Jullians rang next. He was very apologetic.
    “It couldn’t be helped,” said Owen.
    “Did you get them?”
    “That remains to be seen.”
    One of the trackers was the next to contact him. They had followed the two men into the Law Schools but there, in the crowded buildings with their many corridors, they had lost them. One of them was staying there in the hope of seeing them again, but for the moment they had lost them.
    Owen told the other tracker to go back there too and stay there for a few days.
    “If they’re students,” he said to Nikos, “they’ll see them sooner or later. If they’re not students and just using it as a cover, that makes it more difficult.”
    There for the moment they had to leave it; but Nikos rejoiced in the accession of hard data: properly observed, as he pointed out to Owen.
    “There is, of course, another thing that is becoming clear,” he said. “The more examples you get, the more evidence you have, not just about the followers or attackers but also about the sort of people who are followed or attacked.”
    “Well?”
    “Every single one so far has been in Government service—a civil servant.”

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Chapter Three
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    I don’t think I like that,” said Paul.
    “Of course, there’s not much to go on yet.”
    “Not many people dead, you mean?”
    “There isn’t anybody dead yet. All we’ve got to go on is one attempted shooting and several cases of suspected following. It’s early days.”
    “Look,” said Paul, “you may take a detached view but there are a lot of people who won’t. All civil servants for a start.”
    “Do they have to know?”
    “Don’t you think they ought to be warned?”
    “I’m wondering. You see, it’s like this. At the moment we’ve got, I think, only one terrorist group operating. They’re different from the usual terrorist group in that the usual group concentrates on one particular target, the Consul-General, say, whereas this group aims at a whole class. I suppose they think that way they’ll undermine morale over a much wider area.”
    “They’re dead right,” said Paul.
    “But the point is there’s only one small group. And while it stays like that we’ve got a hope of localizing it. Now if we warn everybody, it’s not just the civil servants who are going to hear. What I’m worried about is if the idea gets around—have a civil servant for breakfast—other groups are going to say, what a good idea, we’ll join in.”
    “You don’t think they’ve got the idea already?”
    “No. As I say, I think there’s only one group operating. Maybe some people are beginning to put two and two together and are saying, hello, they’re having a go at the British, but it’s at a very general level. They’re not saying, Christ, I’m a civil servant and they’re after
me
.”
    “How long do you think it will be before they get that far?”
    “Maybe long enough for us to get the group.”
    They were having a drink at the Sporting Club after playing tennis. They had, in fact, been standing in for John and his partner, another officer, both now confined to barracks. John was not happy.
    “It’s a pity you let those two go,” said Paul. “You should have picked them up while you could.”
    “I wasn’t sure. Jullians might have been imagining things. Think what a fuss the Press would have made if we’d picked the wrong people up.”
    “You control the Press, don’t you?”
    Press censorship was another of the Mamur Zapt’s functions.
    “I don’t control it. I just cut bits out.”
    “That would do.”
    “No, it wouldn’t. Those are the bits that get around quickest.”
    “It would have been worth the risk.”
    “I wanted to get the rest of the