of Vinogradov's contact as he was approaching his flat in Bethnal Green.
The first step in identification was to apply for an excerpt of the Electoral Roll to see wh o was registered there. Once they had a name, John would apply for disclosure of his National Insurance records. He also had access to health service records. If they were sure of his identification MI5 could then apply for his bank details and credit card details. John would check with Special Branch for any Police intelligence and of course he would check him against MI5's own huge database held on thousands of card indices down in Registry. This would take days to complete. John would create a temporary GEN file while the identification process was ongoing.
At 12 noon, John looked up. Rob was already putting on his suit jacket. He gestured with his thumb to the door. John grinned and got up. They were at the door when Sue called to him from her desk. "Jo hn, can I have a word with you a moment?"
He called back from the door. "I'm just going to lunch. Can I see you afterwards?"
"No, John, I want to talk to you now."
John sighed. "But I always go for lunch at 12."
"Yes, I've noticed. And that's why I want y ou to do this now."
"You want me to do this now? Because I always go for lunch at 12?"
He felt Rob touch his arm. He turned away to face Rob. Rob quietly said, "Remember she's now your boss."
John sighed. "Ok, very well. What is it?"
"I want you to speak to Mark about the lack of care he is taking with his paperwork."
"What? Mark the support worker. Can't you speak to him?"
"No, he is below you. There is a hierarchy here."
"I've noticed."
She raised her eyebrows.
"You want me to speak to him now?" said Jo hn.
"Yes please."
She looked at her watch. It was ten past 12. "You may go to lunch afterwards."
John looked down the Long Room. Mark wasn't at his desk. He turned to Sue. "Tell you what. I'll go find him in the canteen."
He thought she was going to explode. He waved and walked out. Outside on the way to the office canteen in the basement Rob said, "I thought you wanted to keep your job?"
"I do, but something comes over me when she talks. Or breathes."
"She hates you. Maybe it's because you're Scotch."
"Bah. Maybe it's because I'm of common origins."
"No, it's not that. She's commoner than you."
May 1967, Dalkeith: Towards the end of the school year. The weather was dull. John was kicking round a football near the War Memorial at King's Park when he first met Karen. He was 16. She was 15. He'd seen her before. He thought she was pretty - small with long black hair and blue eyes. His first impression was that she was fierce and had strong views about random causes. He wondered whether she chose opinions just to pick an argument. He thought she was too attractive for him but he still had an atavistic urge to show off. His friend Graeme passed him the ball and he played "keepie-uppie", using his feet, his knees, his head to keep it in the air. He was keeping it up so long he impressed himself.
Graeme whistled. "Way tae go, there Johnnie. Ye're daein weel. Never thought ye had it in ye. Ye're normally shite at footba'."
Graeme's laughter caught the girls' attention. Karen was standing with Graeme's sister Margaret. Graeme was ignoring them both.
Karen piped up, "I'd be mair impressed if ye could recite the names of the kings and queens of England at the same time. After a', you do go to that George Heriot's school for poshies ."
John took up the challenge and began chanting, trying to keep the names in rhythm with the ball. "Elizabeth the Second; George the Sixth, George the Fifth, Edward the Seventh."
Karen laughed. "You've failed. You left out Edward the Eighth. And, brief though his reign was, he was still king of England."
John didn't reply. He was still keeping the ball in the air and enjoying the attention. Graeme was bored. "C'mon. Let's go tae the
The first step in identification was to apply for an excerpt of the Electoral Roll to see wh o was registered there. Once they had a name, John would apply for disclosure of his National Insurance records. He also had access to health service records. If they were sure of his identification MI5 could then apply for his bank details and credit card details. John would check with Special Branch for any Police intelligence and of course he would check him against MI5's own huge database held on thousands of card indices down in Registry. This would take days to complete. John would create a temporary GEN file while the identification process was ongoing.
At 12 noon, John looked up. Rob was already putting on his suit jacket. He gestured with his thumb to the door. John grinned and got up. They were at the door when Sue called to him from her desk. "Jo hn, can I have a word with you a moment?"
He called back from the door. "I'm just going to lunch. Can I see you afterwards?"
"No, John, I want to talk to you now."
John sighed. "But I always go for lunch at 12."
"Yes, I've noticed. And that's why I want y ou to do this now."
"You want me to do this now? Because I always go for lunch at 12?"
He felt Rob touch his arm. He turned away to face Rob. Rob quietly said, "Remember she's now your boss."
John sighed. "Ok, very well. What is it?"
"I want you to speak to Mark about the lack of care he is taking with his paperwork."
"What? Mark the support worker. Can't you speak to him?"
"No, he is below you. There is a hierarchy here."
"I've noticed."
She raised her eyebrows.
"You want me to speak to him now?" said Jo hn.
"Yes please."
She looked at her watch. It was ten past 12. "You may go to lunch afterwards."
John looked down the Long Room. Mark wasn't at his desk. He turned to Sue. "Tell you what. I'll go find him in the canteen."
He thought she was going to explode. He waved and walked out. Outside on the way to the office canteen in the basement Rob said, "I thought you wanted to keep your job?"
"I do, but something comes over me when she talks. Or breathes."
"She hates you. Maybe it's because you're Scotch."
"Bah. Maybe it's because I'm of common origins."
"No, it's not that. She's commoner than you."
May 1967, Dalkeith: Towards the end of the school year. The weather was dull. John was kicking round a football near the War Memorial at King's Park when he first met Karen. He was 16. She was 15. He'd seen her before. He thought she was pretty - small with long black hair and blue eyes. His first impression was that she was fierce and had strong views about random causes. He wondered whether she chose opinions just to pick an argument. He thought she was too attractive for him but he still had an atavistic urge to show off. His friend Graeme passed him the ball and he played "keepie-uppie", using his feet, his knees, his head to keep it in the air. He was keeping it up so long he impressed himself.
Graeme whistled. "Way tae go, there Johnnie. Ye're daein weel. Never thought ye had it in ye. Ye're normally shite at footba'."
Graeme's laughter caught the girls' attention. Karen was standing with Graeme's sister Margaret. Graeme was ignoring them both.
Karen piped up, "I'd be mair impressed if ye could recite the names of the kings and queens of England at the same time. After a', you do go to that George Heriot's school for poshies ."
John took up the challenge and began chanting, trying to keep the names in rhythm with the ball. "Elizabeth the Second; George the Sixth, George the Fifth, Edward the Seventh."
Karen laughed. "You've failed. You left out Edward the Eighth. And, brief though his reign was, he was still king of England."
John didn't reply. He was still keeping the ball in the air and enjoying the attention. Graeme was bored. "C'mon. Let's go tae the
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