Martineau was silent for a moment, staring at the gravestone, lost in thought. Had he known him? Martineau thought back through the years; faces from the war, fellow officers from SOE and SIS. He had known Dutton, of course – firstly on an SOE training course during the war and then, post-war, when they had both moved over to SIS at Broadway in London before being dispatched to various corners of the globe. Martineau thought that both of them had been in numerous meetings together in the same room for a few hours, nothing more than a face around a table after a while.
“No, not really,” lied Martineau, shaking his head. “Just paying my respects to an old colleague from the same office. It seems the right thing to do.”
“I understand, sir.”
Martineau gave it another few moments and then tu
