“Fiedler is the acolyte who one day will stab the high priest in the back. He’s the only man who’s a match for Mundt”—here Guillam had nodded—“and he hates his guts. Fiedler’s a Jew of course, and Mundt is quite the other thing. Not at all a good mixture. It has been our job,” he declared, indicating Guillam and himself, “to give Fiedler the weapon with which to destroy Mundt. It will be yours, my dear Leamas, to encourage him to use it. Indirectly, of course, because you’ll never meet him. At least I certainly hope you won’t.”
