He rang off, tore the page from the pad, and put it in his pocket. Smiley spoke quickly: ‘There’s a beastly café down the road. I need some breakfast. Come and have a cup of coffee.’ The telephone was ringing; Smiley could almost feel Maston on the other end. Mendel looked at him for a moment and seemed to understand. They left it ringing and walked quickly out of the police station towards the High Street.
