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major. ‘Keep them off the streets for a time. Can’t we hush this thing up?’
    ‘Not a chance!’ said Paul, beginning to enjoy himself. ‘The Parquet’s Nationalist. It’s rubbing its hands at all the trouble it’ll be able to cause.’
    ‘It wouldn’t be possible—would it—to get the Chargé to withdraw his complaint?’ said the major desperately. ‘I mean, they wouldn’t be able to go ahead then, would they? They’d have to, well, drop it.’
    Paul affected to consider.
    ‘I could go and grovel to the Chargé, I suppose,’ he said unwillingly.
    ‘Well, look—’
    ‘I could give it a go. There’d have to be a written apology, of course.’
    ‘You could manage that, couldn’t you?’
    ‘It wouldn’t have to be from me. It would have to be from you.’
    ‘The Army?’ The major swallowed; swallowed again. ‘I think that could be arranged.’
    ‘And Captain Shearer withdraws his request?’
    ‘In the circumstances,’ mumbled Shearer.
    ‘Right, then!’ said Paul, triumphant, beginning to gather his papers. ‘We—’
    ‘Excuse me,’ said McPhee, the Deputy Commandant, with his usual slightly anxious old-world courtesy, ‘haven’t you forgotten something? There was another complaint.’
    ‘My God!’ said Paul. ‘It’s all Europe now!’
    ‘No, no,’ said McPhee seriously. ‘It’s not from the Diplomatic this time.’
    ‘Who is it, then?’
    ‘The leader of the Mingrelian community.’
    There was a little silence.
    ‘What did you say?’
    ‘Mingrelian.’
    ‘Oh, Mingrelian, Mingrelian!’ said Paul, starting up. ‘My God!’ he said, catching Owen’s eye, ‘Mingrelian!’
    ‘Mingrelian!’ responded Owen loyally, seeing that something of the sort was required but not, however, having the faintest idea what it was all about, never, indeed, having heard of anything Mingrelian before. ‘Mingrelian!’ he said, shaking his head.
    ‘Them above all!’ said Paul, all dejection.
    ‘Look,’ said the major apprehensively, ‘if they’re a particularly difficult lot—’
    ‘Difficult!’ said Paul. ‘Difficult! Not content with having provoked a world war, you bring out on to the streets the most bloodthirsty, intransigent—’
    ‘Armed uprising?’ said Shearer. ‘We can handle them!’
    ‘Both of them?’ said Paul. ‘At once?’
    ‘We’ll cope,’ said the major. ‘We’ll cope.’ He looked, however, distinctly worried. ‘Two fronts,’ he said. He shook his head. ‘Don’t like it,’ he said.
    ‘None of us like it,’ said Paul bravely. ‘We have to look issues in the face, though. There may be still time, however. I’ll go straight to the Russian Chargé and grovel. Oh, no, wait a minute. First, we need a letter of apology.’
    ‘I’ll see to it,’ said the major.
    ‘Right. Then keep your men off the streets—’
    ‘Lie low for a bit. Right, I get the picture,’ said Shearer.
    ‘And persuade the Army to refrain, at least for a time, from assaulting the minority of the population it hasn’t so far assaulted.’
    ‘Right,’ said the major.
    Paul looked pleased.
    ‘That’s it, then?’
    ‘The complaint from the Mingrelians,’ McPhee gently prompted.
    ‘Ah, yes. Well,’ said Paul, looking at Owen; ‘something for the Mamur Zapt, isn’t it?’
    ‘Thanks very much,’ said Owen.
     
    ‘Paul,’ he said worriedly, as they walked away together. ‘Who the hell are the Mingrelians?’
    ‘Don’t ask me,’ said Paul. ‘Never heard of them.’
     
    ‘Just bring me the Mingrelian file, will you?’ said Owen casually, glancing up at Nikos as the Official Clerk entered the room.
    ‘The what file?’
    ‘Mingrelian.’
    Nikos stood for a moment, stunned. He liked to claim he had a file on everything. He believed he had the universe under control. Now the earth had moved.
    ‘Mingrelian. Oh yes, Mingrelian,’ he said, recovering quickly. He stopped in the doorway. ‘It may take a bit of time,’ he warned.
    ‘I’ll bet,’ said Owen.
    Nikos