It was one of those awkward moments you used to have with 1970s cars, slamming the door with the button pressed down only to realise the keys were still inside, made worse by being on a roadside in the mountains of West Java.
Happily, as a search for a wire coathanger and a lengthy fishing for the door latch through the rubber seal loomed, the chief spook from the Australian embassy (we all knew who they were) stopped to help. Producing a strange device attached to his key ring, he picked the lock in a trice.
Spies are handy people, and you never know when you might need them. That thought has kept the Australian Secret Intelligence Service in business for 60 years, and in the position to crow a bit about its record, as its chief, Nick Warner, did this week.