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se tourist trade occasionally suffered from being too close to a McDonald's。 Ashley was nursing a whiskey when the second man joined him。 A third and fourth took a booth across the room and watched。 Ashley had e alone。 This wasn't the first such meeting； and Dublin was recognized most of the time as neutral ground。 The two men on the other side of the room were to keep a watch for members of the Garda； the Republic's police force。
〃Wele to Dublin； Mr。 Ashley；〃 said the representative of the Provisional Wing of the Irish Republican Army。
〃Thank you； Mr。 Murphy；〃 the counterintelligence officer answered。 〃The photograph we have in the file doesn't do you justice。〃
〃Young and foolish； I was。 And very vain。 I didn't shave very much then；〃 Murphy explained。 He picked up the menu that had been waiting for him。 〃The beef here is excellent； and the vegetables are always fresh。 This place is full of bloody tourists in the summer those who don't want French fries driving prices up as they always do。 Thank God they're all back home in America now； leaving so much money behind in this poor country。〃
〃What information do you have for us？〃
〃Information？〃
〃You asked for the meeting； Mr。 Murphy；〃 Ashley pointed out。
〃The purpose of the meeting is to assure you that we had no part in that bloody fiasco yesterday。〃
〃I could have read that in the papers I did； in fact。〃
〃It was felt that a more personal munique was in order； Mr。 Ashley。〃
〃Why should we believe you？〃 Ashley asked； sipping at his whiskey。 Both men kept their voices low and level； though neither man had the slightest doubt as to what they thought of each other。
〃Because we are not as crazy as that；〃 Murphy replied。 The waiter came； and both men ordered。 Ashley chose the wine； a promising Bordeaux。 The meal was on his expense account。 He was only forty minutes off the flight from London's Gatwick airport。 The request for a meeting had been made before dawn in a telephone call to the British Ambassador in Dublin。
〃Is that a fact？〃 Ashley said after the waiter left； staring into the cold blue eyes across the table。
〃The Royal Family are strictly off limits。 As marvelous a political target as they all are〃 Murphy smiled 〃we've known for some time that an attack on them would be counterproductive。〃
〃Really？〃 Ashley pronounced the word as only an Englishman can do it。 Murphy flushed angrily at this most elegant of insults。
〃Mr。 Ashley； we are enemies。 I would as soon kill you as have dinner with you。 But even enemies can negotiate； can't they； now？〃
〃Go on。〃
〃We had no part of it。 You have my word。〃
〃Your word as a Marxist…Leninist？〃 Ashley inquired with a smile。
〃You are very good at provoking people； Mr。 Ashley。〃 Murphy ventured his own smile。 〃But not today。 I am here on a mission of peace and understanding。〃
Ashley nearly laughed out loud； but caught himself and grinned into his drink。
〃Mr。 Murphy； I would not shed a single tear if our lads were to catch up with you； but you are a worthy adversary； I'll say that。 And a charming bastard。〃
Ah； the English sense of fair play。 Murphy reflected。 That's why we'll win eventually； Mr。 Ashley。
No； you won't。 Ashley had seen that look before。
〃How can I make you believe me？〃 Murphy asked reasonably。
〃Names and addresses；〃 Ashley answered quietly。
〃No。 We cannot do that and you know it。〃
〃If you wish to establish some sort of quid pro quo； that's how you must go about it。〃
Murphy sighed。 〃Surely you know how we are organized。 Do you think we can punch up a bloody puter mand and print out our roster？ We're not even sure ourselves who they are。 Some men； they just drop out。 Many e south and simply vanish； more afraid of us than of you； they are and with reason；〃 Murphy added。 〃The one you have alive； Sean Miller we've never even heard the name。〃
〃And Kevin O'Donnell？〃
〃Yes； he's probably the leader。 He dropped off the earth four years ago； as you well know； after ah； you know the story as well as I。〃
Kevin Joseph O'Donnell； Ashley reminded himself。 Thirty…four now。 Six feet； one hundred sixty pounds； unmarried this data was old and therefore suspect。 The all…time Provo champion at 〃own…goals。〃 Kevin had been the most ruthless chief of security the Proves had ever had； thrown out after it had been proven that he'd used his power as counterintelligence boss to purge the Organization of political elements he disapproved of。 What was the figure ten； fifteen solid members that he'd had killed or maimed before the Brigade mander'd found him out？ The amazing thing； Ashley thought； was that he'd escaped alive at all。 But Murphy was wrong on one thing； Ashley didn't know what had finally tipped the Brigade that O'Donnell was outlaw。
〃I fail to see why you feel the urge to protect him and his group。〃 He knew the reason； but why not prod the man when he had the chance？
〃And if we turn 'grass；' what bees of the Organization？〃 Murphy asked。
〃Not my problem； Mr。 Murphy； but I do see your point。 Still and all； if you want us to believe you 〃
〃Mr。 Ashley； you demonstrate the basis of the entire problem we have； don't you？ Had your country ever dealt with Ireland in mutual good faith； surely we would not be here now； would we？〃
The intelligence officer reflected on that。 It took no more than a couple of seconds； so many times had he examined the historical basis of the Troubles。 Some deliberate policy acts； mixed with historical accidents who could have known that the onset of the crisis that erupted into World War I would prevent a solution to the issue of 〃Home ＇or 〃Rome〃＇ Rule；〃 that the Conservative Party of the time would use this issue as a hammer that would eventually crush the Liberal Party and who was there to blame now？ They were all dead and forgotten； except by hard…core academics who knew that their studies mattered for nothing。 It was far too late for that。 Is there a way out of this bloody quagmire？ he wondered。 Ashley shook his head。 That was not his brief。 That was something for politicians。 The same sort； he reminded himself； who'd built the Troubles； one small brick at a time。
〃I'll tell you this much； Mr。 Ashley 〃 The waiter showed up with dinner。 It was amazing how quick the service was here。 The waiter uncorked the wine with a flourish； allowing Ashley to smell the cork and sample a splash in his glass。 The Englishman was surprised at the quality of the restaurant's cellar。
〃This much you will tell me 。 。 。 〃 Ashley said after the waiter left。
〃They get very good information。 So good； you would not believe it。 And their information es from your side of the Irish Sea； Mr。 Ashley。 We don't know who； and we don't know how。 The lad who found out died； four years ago； you see。〃 Murphy sampled the broccoli。 〃There； I told you the vegetables were fresh。〃
〃Four years？〃
Murphy looked up。 〃You don't know the story； then？ That is a surprise； Mr。 Ashley。 Yes。 His name was Mickey Baird。 He worked closely with Kevin。 He's the lad who well； you can guess。 He was talking with me over a jar in Derry and said that Kevin had a blood