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  N or M?

  A Tommy and Tuppence Mystery

  Contents

  Title Page

  One

  Two

  Three

  Four

  Five

  Six

  Seven

  Eight

  Nine

  Ten

  Eleven

  Twelve

  Thirteen

  Fourteen

  Fifteen

  Sixteen

  About the Author

  The Agatha Christie Collection

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  Copyright

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  One

  Tommy Beresford removed his overcoat in the hall of the flat. He hung it up with some care, taking time over it. His hat went carefully on the next peg.

  He squared his shoulders, affixed a resolute smile to his face and walked into the sitting room, where his wife sat knitting a Balaclava helmet in khaki wool.

  It was the spring of 1940.

  Mrs. Beresford gave him a quick glance and then busied herself by knitting at a furious rate. She said after a minute or two:

  “Any news in the evening paper?”

  Tommy said:

  “The Blitzkrieg is coming, hurray, hurray! Things look bad in France.”

  Tuppence said:

  “It’s a depressing world at the moment.”

  There was a pause and then Tommy said:

  “Well, why don’t you ask? No need to be so damned tactful.”

  “I know,” admitted Tuppence. “There is something about conscious tact that is very irritating. But then it irritates you if I do ask. And anyway I don’t need to ask. It’s written all over you.”

  “I wasn’t conscious of looking a Dismal Desmond.”

  “No, darling,” said Tuppence. “You had a kind of nailed to the mast smile which was one of the most heartrending things I have ever seen.”

  Tommy said with a grin:

  “No, was it really as bad as all that?”

  “And more! Well, come on, out with it. Nothing doing?”

  “Nothing doing. They don’t want me in any capacity. I tell you, Tuppence, it’s pretty thick when a man of forty-six is made to feel like a doddering grandfather. Army, Navy, Air Force, Foreign Office, one and all say the same thing—I’m too old. I may be required later.”

  Tuppence said:

  “Well, it’s the same for me. They don’t want people of my age for nursing—no, thank you. Nor for anything else. They’d rather have a fluffy chit who’s never seen a wound or sterilised a dressing than they would have me who worked for three years, 1915 to 1918, in various capacities, nurse in the surgical ward and operating theatre, driver of a trade delivery van and later of a General. This, that and the other—all, I assert firmly, with conspicuous success. And now I’m a poor, pushing, tiresome, middle-aged woman who won’t sit at home quietly and knit as she ought to do.”

  Tommy said gloomily:

  “This war is hell.”

  “It’s bad enough having a war,” said Tuppence, “but not being allowed to do anything in it just puts the lid on.”

  Tommy said consolingly:

  “Well, at any rate Deborah has got a job.”

  Deborah’s mother said:

  “Oh, she’s all right. I expect she’s good at it, too. But I still think, Tommy, that I could hold my own with Deborah.”

  Tommy grinned.

  “She wouldn’t think so.”

  Tuppence said:

  “Daughters can be very trying. Especially when they will be so kind to you.”

  Tommy murmured:

  “The way young Derek makes allowances for me is sometimes rather hard to bear. That ‘poor old Dad’ look in his eye.”

  “In fact,” said Tuppence, “our children, although quite adorable, are also quite maddening.”

  But at the mention of the twins, Derek and Deborah, her eyes were very tender.

  “I suppose,” said Tommy thoughtfully, “that it’s always hard for people themselves to realise that they’re getting middle-aged and past doing things.”

  Tuppence gave a snort of rage, tossed her glossy dark head, and sent her ball of khaki wool spinning from her lap.

  “Are we past doing things? Are we? Or is it only that everyone keeps insinuating that we are. Sometimes I feel that we never were any use.”

  “Quite likely,” said Tommy.

  “Perhaps so. But at any rate we did once feel important. And now I’m beginning to feel that all that never really happened. Did it happen, Tommy? Is it true that you were once crashed on the head and kidnapped by German agents? Is it true that we once tracked down a dangerous criminal—and got him! Is it true that we rescued a girl and got hold of important secret papers, and were practically thanked by a grateful country? Us! You and me! Despised, unwanted Mr. and Mrs. Beresford.”

  “Now dry up, darling. All this does no good.”

  “All the same,” said Tuppence, blinking back a tear, “I’m disappointed in our Mr. Carter.”

  “He wrote us a very nice letter.”

  “He didn’t do anything—he didn’t even hold out any hope.”

  “Well, he’s out of it all nowadays. Like us. He’s quite old. Lives in Scotland and fishes.”

  Tuppence said wistfully:

  “They might have let us do something in the Intelligence.”

  “Perhaps we couldn’t,” said Tommy. “Perhaps, nowadays, we wouldn’t have the nerve.”

  “I wonder,” said Tuppence. “One feels just the same. But perhaps, as you say, when it came to the point—”

  She sighed. She said:

  “I wish we could find a job of some kind. It’s so rotten when one has so much time to think.”

  Her eyes rested just for a minute on the photograph of the very young man in the Air Force uniform, with the wide grinning smile so like Tommy’s.

  Tommy said:

  “It’s worse for a man. Women can knit, after all—and do up parcels and help at canteens.”

  Tuppence said:

  “I can do all that twenty years from now. I’m not old enough to be content with that. I’m neither one thing nor the other.”

  The front door bell rang. Tuppence got up. The flat was a small service one.

  She opened the door to find a broad-shouldered man with a big fair moustache and a cheerful red face, standing on the mat.

  His glance, a quick one, took her in as he asked in a pleasant voice:

  “Are you Mrs. Beresford?”

  “Yes.”

  “My name’s Grant. I’m a friend of Lord Easthampton’s. He suggested I should look you and your husband up.”

  “Oh, how nice, do come in.”

  She preceded him into the sitting room.

  “My husband, er—Captain—”

  “Mr.”

  “Mr. Grant. He’s a friend of Mr. Car—of Lord Easthampton’s.”

  The old nom de guerre of the former Chief of the Intelligence, “Mr. Carter,” always came more easily to her lips than their old friend’s proper title.

  For a few minutes the three talked happily together. Grant was an attractive person with an easy manner.

  Presently Tuppence left the room. She returned a few minutes later with the sherry and some glasses.

  After a few minutes, when a pause came, Mr. Grant said to Tommy:

  “I hear you’re looking for a job, Beresford?”

  An eager light came into Tommy’s eye.

  “Yes, indeed. You don’t mean—”

  Grant laughed, and shook his head.

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sp; “Oh, nothing of that kind. No, I’m afraid that has to be left to the young active men—or to those who’ve been at it for years. The only things I can suggest are rather stodgy, I’m afraid. Office work. Filing papers. Tying them up in red tape and pigeonholing them. That sort of thing.”

  Tommy’s face fell.

  “Oh, I see!”

  Grant said encouragingly:

  “Oh well, it’s better than nothing. Anyway, come and see me at my office one day. Ministry of Requirements. Room 22. We’ll fix you up with something.”

  The telephone rang. Tuppence picked up the receiver.

  “Hallo—yes—what?” A squeaky voice spoke agitatedly from the other end. Tuppence’s face changed. “When?—Oh, my dear—of course—I’ll come over right away. . . .”

  She put back the receiver.

  She said to Tommy:

  “That was Maureen.”

  “I thought so—I recognised her voice from here.”

  Tuppence explained breathlessly:

  “I’m so sorry, Mr. Grant. But I must go round to this friend of mine. She’s fallen and twisted her ankle and there’s no one with her but her little girl, so I must go round and fix up things for her and get hold of someone to come in and look after her. Do forgive me.”

  “Of course, Mrs. Beresford. I quite understand.”

  Tuppence smiled at him, picked up a coat which had been lying over the sofa, slipped her arms into it and hurried out. The flat door banged.

  Tommy poured out another glass of sherry for his guest.

  “Don’t go yet,” he said.

  “Thank you.” The other accepted the glass. He sipped it for a moment in silence. Then he said, “In a way, you know, your wife’s being called away is a fortunate occurrence. It will save time.”

  Tommy stared.

  “I don’t understand.”

  Grant said deliberately:

  “You see, Beresford, if you had come to see me at the Ministry, I was empowered to put a certain proposition before you.”

  The colour came slowly up in Tommy’s freckled face. He said:

  “You don’t mean—”

  Grant nodded.

  “Easthampton suggested you,” he said. “He told us you were the man for the job.”

  Tommy gave a deep sigh.

  “Tell me,” he said.

  “This is strictly confidential, of course.”

  Tommy nodded.

  “Not even your wife must know. You understand?”

  “Very well—if you say so. But we worked together before.”

  “Yes, I know. But this proposition is solely for you.”

  “I see. All right.”

  “Ostensibly you will be offered work—as I said just now—office work—in a branch of the Ministry functioning in Scotland—in a prohibited area where your wife cannot accompany you. Actually you will be somewhere very different.”

  Tommy merely waited.

  Grant said:

  “You’ve read in the newspapers of the Fifth Column? You know, roughly at any rate, just what that term implies.”

  Tommy murmured:

  “The enemy within.”

  “Exactly. This war, Beresford, started in an optimistic spirit. Oh, I don’t mean the people who really knew—we’ve known all along what we were up against—the efficiency of the enemy, his aerial strength, his deadly determination, and the coordination of his well-planned war machine. I mean the people as a whole. The good-hearted, muddleheaded democratic fellow who believes what he wants to believe—that Germany will crack up, that she’s on the verge of revolution, that her weapons of war are made of tin, and that her men are so underfed that they’ll fall down if they try to march—all that sort of stuff. Wishful thinking as the saying goes.

  “Well, the war didn’t go that way. It started badly and it went on worse. The men were all right—the men on the battleships and in the planes and in the dugouts. But there was mismanagement and unpreparedness—the defects, perhaps, of our qualities. We don’t want war, haven’t considered it seriously, weren’t good at preparing for it.

  “The worst of that is over. We’ve corrected our mistakes, we’re slowly getting the right men in the right place. We’re beginning to run the war as it should be run—and we can win the war—make no mistake about that—but only if we don’t lose it first. And the danger of losing it comes, not from outside—not from the might of Germany’s bombers, not from her seizure of neutral countries and fresh vantage points from which to attack—but from within. Our danger is the danger of Troy—the wooden horse within our walls. Call it the Fifth Column if you like. It is here, among us. Men and women, some of them highly placed, some of them obscure, but all believing genuinely in the Nazi aims and the Nazi creed and desiring to substitute that sternly efficient creed for the muddled easygoing liberty of our democratic institutions.”

  Grant leant forward. He said, still in that same pleasant unemotional voice:

  “And we don’t know who they are . . .”

  Tommy said: “But surely—”

  Grant said with a touch of impatience:

  “Oh, we can round up the small fry. That’s easy enough. But it’s the others. We know about them. We know that there are at least two highly placed in the Admiralty—that one must be a member of General G——’s staff—that there are three or more in the Air Force, and that two, at least, are members of the Intelligence, and have access to Cabinet secrets. We know that because it must be so from the way things have happened. The leakage—a leakage from the top—of information to the enemy, shows us that.”

  Tommy said helplessly, his pleasant face perplexed:

  “But what good should I be to you? I don’t know any of these people.”

  Grant nodded.

  “Exactly. You don’t know any of them—and they don’t know you.”

  He paused to let it sink in and then went on:

  “These people, these high-up people, know most of our lot. Information can’t be very well refused to them. I am at my wits’ end. I went to Easthampton. He’s out of it all now—a sick man—but his brain’s the best I’ve ever known. He thought of you. Over twenty years since you worked for the department. Name quite unconnected with it. Your face not known. What do you say—will you take it on?”

  Tommy’s face was almost split in two by the magnitude of his ecstatic grin.

  “Take it on? You bet I’ll take it on. Though I can’t see how I can be of any use. I’m just a blasted amateur.”

  “My dear Beresford, amateur status is just what is needed. The professional is handicapped here. You’ll take the place of the best man we had or are likely to have.”

  Tommy looked a question. Grant nodded.

  “Yes. Died in St. Bridget’s Hospital last Tuesday. Run down by a lorry—only lived a few hours. Accident case—but it wasn’t an accident.”

  Tommy said slowly: “I see.”

  Grant said quietly:

  “And that’s why we have reason to believe that Farquhar was on to something—that he was getting somewhere at last. By his death that wasn’t an accident.”

  Tommy looked a question.

  Grant went on:

  “Unfortunately we know next to nothing of what he had discovered. Farquhar had been methodically following up one line after another. Most of them led nowhere.”

  Grant paused and then went on:

  “Farquhar was unconscious until a few minutes before he died. Then he tried to say something. What he said was this: N or M. Song Susie.”

  “That,” said Tommy, “doesn’t seem very illuminating.”

  Grant smiled.

  “A little more so than you might think. N or M, you see, is a term we have heard before. It refers to two of the most important and trusted German agents. We have come across their activities in other countries and we know just a little about them. It is their mission to organise a Fifth Column in foreign countries and to act as liaison officer between the country in question and Germany
. N, we know, is a man. M is a woman. All we know about them is that these two are Hitler’s most highly trusted agents and that in a code message we managed to decipher towards the beginning of the war there occurred this phrase—Suggest N or M for England. Full powers—”

  “I see. And Farquhar—”

  “As I see it, Farquhar must have got on the track of one or other of them. Unfortunately we don’t know which. Song Susie sounds very cryptic—but Farquhar hadn’t a high-class French accent! There was a return ticket to Leahampton in his pocket which is suggestive. Leahampton is on the south coast—a budding Bournemouth or Torquay. Lots of private hotels and guesthouses. Amongst them is one called Sans Souci—”

  Tommy said again:

  “Song Susie—Sans Souci—I see.”

  Grant said: “Do you?”

  “The idea is,” Tommy said, “that I should go there and—well—ferret round.”

  “That is the idea.”

  Tommy’s smile broke out again.

  “A bit vague, isn’t it?” he asked. “I don’t even know what I’m looking for.”

  “And I can’t tell you. I don’t know. It’s up to you.”

  Tommy sighed. He squared his shoulders.

  “I can have a shot at it. But I’m not a very brainy sort of chap.”

  “You did pretty well in the old days, so I’ve heard.”

  “Oh, that was pure luck,” said Tommy hastily.

  “Well, luck is rather what we need.”

  Tommy considered a moment or two. Then he said:

  “About this place, Sans Souci—”

  Grant shrugged his shoulders.

  “May be all a mare’s nest. I can’t tell. Farquhar may have been thinking of ‘Sister Susie sewing shirts for soldiers.’ It’s all guesswork.”

  “And Leahampton itself?”

  “Just like any other of these places. There are rows of them. Old ladies, old Colonels, unimpeachable spinsters, dubious customers, fishy customers, a foreigner or two. In fact, a mixed bag.”

  “And N or M amongst them?”

  “Not necessarily. Somebody, perhaps, who’s in touch with N or M. But it’s quite likely to be N or M themselves. It’s an inconspicuous sort of place, a boardinghouse at a seaside resort.”

  “You’ve no idea whether it’s a man or a woman I’ve to look for?”

 
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