Authors: The Spy's Bedside Book
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Ames was the king-pin, the snowy-petalled marguerite, the star-bright looloo of the rewrite men. He saw attempted murder in the pains of green-apple colic, cyclones in the summer zephyr, lost children in every top-spinning urchin, an uprising of the down-trodden masses in every hurling of a derelict potato at a passing automobile. When not rewriting, Ames sat on the porch of his Brooklyn villa playing checkers with his ten-year-old son.
Ames and the “war-editor” shut themselves in a room. There was a map in there stuck full of little pins that represented armies and divisions. Their fingers had been itching for days to move those pins along the crooked line of the Yalu. They did so now; and in words of fire Ames translated Calloway's brief message into a front-page masterpiece that set the world talking. He told of the secret councils of the Japanese officers; gave Kuroki's flaming speeches in full; counted the cavalry and infantry to a man and a horse; described the quick and silent building of the bridge at Suikauchen, across which the Mikado's legions were hurled upon the surprised Zassulitch, whose troops were widely scattered along the river. And the battle!âwell, you know what Ames can do with a battle if you give him just one smell of smoke for a foundation. And in the same story, with seemingly supernatural knowledge, he gleefully scored the most profound and ponderous paper in England for the false and misleading account of the Japanese First Army printed in its issue of
the same date.
Only one error was made; and that was the fault of the cable operator at Wi-ju. Calloway pointed it out after he came back. The word “great” in his code should have been “gauge”, and its complemental words “of battle”. But it went to Ames “conditions white”, and of course he took that to mean snow. His description
of the Japanese Army struggling through the snowstorm, blinded by the whirling flakes, was thrillingly vivid. The artists turned out some effective illustrations that made a hit as pictures of the artillery dragging their guns through the drifts. But, as the attack was made on the first day of May, the “conditions white” excited some amusement. But it made no difference to the
Enterprise,
anyway.
It was wonderful. And Calloway was wonderful in having made the new censor believe that his jargon of words meant no more than a complaint of the dearth of news and a petition for more expense money. And Vesey was wonderful. And most wonderful of all are words, and how they make friends one with another, being oft associated until not even obituary notices them do part.
On the second day following, the city editor halted at Vesey's desk where the reporter was writing the story of a man who had broken his leg by falling into a coal-holeâAmes having failed to find a murder motive in it.
“The old man says your salary is to be raised to twenty a week,” said Scott.
“All right,” said Vesey. “Every little helps. SayâMr Scott, which would you sayââWe can state without fear of successful contradiction', or âOn the whole it can be safely asserted'?”
O. HENRY
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Mr Vesey afterwards explained that the logical journalistic complement of the word “unfortunate” was once the word “victim”. But since the automobile became so popular, the correct following word was now “pedestrians”. Of course, in Calloway's code it meant infantry.
W
hile we were collecting material for this book I went one day to a second-hand bookshop in London which specialises in old detective stories and thrillers. I asked the girl in the shop if they had any spy stories in stock. A look of suspicion came over her face. “What foreign government do you represent?” she asked.
I told her that I only represented myself and with some difficulty extracted from her the story behind her question.
They had had an order from the agent of a foreign government for any book they could provide, fact or fiction, which so much as mentioned a spy. The result had been between forty and fifty large parcels, which brought them in about £150 and completely cleared out their stock of spy books.
“I hope,” I said, “that they are enjoying the books in Moscow.”
“It wasn't the Russians,” she replied. “It was the Germans.”
Remembering an incident in the Cicero case, I said I hoped the Germans would get some good ideas. For instance, they might consider the formation of a Waiters' Underground as described in E. Phillips Oppenheim's
The Secret.
“That,” she said rather unhappily, “was one of the books we sold them.”
So now, one can believe, parcels of William Le Queux, E. Phillips Oppenheim and many other authors represented in these pages are being opened by puzzled German Embassy secretaries and other less official agents all over the world. L. C. Moyzisch in
Operation Cicero
describes how one day soon after he had made Cicero's acquaintance he received by carrier post from Berlin a somewhat surprising present.
“It was a huge parcel which, when opened, turned out to be an almost complete collection of books dealing with the more celebrated cases of espionage in the twentieth century. There
were various White Papers and official files, together with quite a few works of fiction. I had not ordered these books and had neither the time nor the desire to read them. There was a covering note, in which I was more or less tactfully informed that a thorough study of these books would help me in handling Operation Cicero. I shoved them all firmly into the back of the bottom drawer of my desk and there they remained, an unread monument to German thoroughness.”
No doubt such parcels in the future will always include at least one copy of
The Spy's Bedside Book.
HUGH GREENE
GRAHAM GREENE was born in 1904. While at Balliol College, Oxford, he published his first book of verse. He continued to write throughout his lifetime, and is the author of
The Third Man, Our Man in Havana, The Quiet American,
and
The End of the Affair,
in addition to many other novels, short story collections, plays, essays, travel books, and film scripts. During World War II he served with the British Secret Intelligence Service. He died in 1991.
HUGH GREENE was born in 1910. He came to prominence as a journalist when he was made a chief correspondent in Nazi Berlin. During World War II he served in the RAF. Greene went on to join the BBC and was made Director-General in 1960. He died in 1987.
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