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.1. An Officer and a Spy - Harris Robert
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Major Picquart to see the Minister of War. .

The sentry on the rue Saint-Dominique steps out of his box to open the gate and I run through a whirl of snow across the windy courtyard into the warm lobby of the hôtel de Brienne, where a sleek young captain of the Republican Guard rises to salute me. I repeat, with greater urgency: Major Picquart to see the Minister of War. .!

We march in step, the captain leading, over the black and white marble of the ministers official residence, up the curving staircase, past suits of silver armour from the time of Louis the Sun King, past that atrocious piece of Imperial kitsch, Davids Napoleon Crossing the Alps at the Col du Grand-Saint-Bernard, until we reach the first floor, where we halt beside a window overlooking the grounds and the captain goes off to announce my arrival, leaving me alone for a few moments to contemplate something rare and beautiful: a garden made silent by snow in the centre of a city on a winters morning. Even the yellow electric lights in the War Ministry, shimmering through the gauzy trees, have a quality of magic.

General Mercier is waiting for you, Major.

The ministers office is huge and ornately panelled in duck-egg blue, with a double balcony over the whitened lawn. Two elderly men in black uniforms, the most senior officers in the Ministry of War, stand warming the backs of their legs against the open fire. One is General Raoul le Mouton de Boisdeffre, Chief of the General Staff, expert in all things Russian, architect of our burgeoning alliance with the new tsar, who has spent so much time with the Imperial court he has begun to look like a stiff-whiskered Russian count. The other, slightly older at sixty, is his superior: the Minister of War himself, General Auguste Mercier.

I march to the middle of the carpet and salute.

Mercier has an oddly creased and immobile face, like a leather mask. Occasionally I have the odd illusion that another man is watching me through its narrow eye-slits. He says in his quiet voice, Well, Major Picquart, that didnt take long. What time did it finish?

Half an hour ago, General.

So it really is all over?

I nod. Its over.

And so it begins.

Come and sit down by the fire, orders the minister. He speaks very quietly, as he always does. He indicates a gilt chair. Pull it up.

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