“I want to know where I can find him.”
The German's voice was humorously gruff. “My friend, my friend.”
Larry said impatiently, “I'm not interested in arresting him at this time. I want to talk to him.”
The other said heavily. “This goes beyond favors, my friend. On the face of it, I am not in business for my health. And what you ask is dangerous from my viewpoint. You realize that upon occasion my organization does small tasks for the Soviets....”
“Ha!” Larry said bitterly.
“... And,” the German continued, unruffled, “it is hardly to my interest to gain the reputation of betraying my sometimes employers. Were you on an assignment in, say, Bulgaria or Hungary, would you expect me to betray you to the Chrezvychainaya Komissiya?”
“Not unless somebody paid you enough to make it worth while,” Larry said dryly.
“Exactly,” the espionage chief said.
“Look,” Larry said. “Send your bill to this department, Hans. I've been given carte blanche on this matter and I want to talk to Frol. Now, where is he?”
The German chuckled heavily. “At the Soviet Embassy.”