Mr. Geddes muffles his story of extortion, exchanges, cancellations via only faintly aspirated remarks with residual implications--you're never quite sure what is happening or who belongs to the Central Crime Bureau or The Embassy or The Trust. Paul Venniker who runs a drinking club in London wants to stay out of the high game (""But how to get away from the players"")--a man killed in his flat, the girl he loves upstairs, and a statesman whose private and public life cannot withstand exposure. . . . Pads softly and attractively through a small corner of Le Carre country in London.