Q: How do you make contact? A: I have a radio. (PALsE) Q: You're not telling me the truth. A: (scream) Q: How do you make contact? A : A dead-letter box in the faubourg. Q:' You are thinking that when you are in pain, the lie detector will not function properly, and that there is therefore safety in torture. You are only partly right. This is a very sophisticated machine, and I spent many months learning to use it properly. After I have given you a shock, it takes only a few moments to readjust the machine to your faster metabolism; and then I can once more tell when you are lying. How do you make contact? A: A dead-letter-(scream) Q:Ali! He's kicked his feet free-these convulsions are very strong. Tie him again, before he comes round. Pick up that bucket and put more water in it. (pause) Right, he's waking, get out. Can you hear me, Towfik? A: (indistinct) Q: What is your name? A : (no reply) Q: A little jab to help you A : (scream) Q: -to think. A: Avram Ambacbe. Q- What day is today? A: Saturday. Q What did we give you for breakfast? A Fava beans. Q: What is twenty minus seven? A: Thirteen. Q : What is your profession? A:I'm a student. No don't please and a spy yes I'm a spy don't touch the button please oh god oh god- How do you make contact? A: Coded cables. Q:Have a cigarette. Here ... oh, you don't seem to be able to hold it between your lips-let me help ... there. A: Thank you.
Q: Just try to be calm. Remember, as long as you're telling the truth, there will be no pain. (pause) Are you feeling better? A: Yes. Q: So am I. Now, then, tell me about Professor Schulz. Why were you following him? A: I was ordered to. (TRuE) Q: By Tel Aviv? A: Yes. (TRuE) Q: Who in Tel Aviv? A: I don't know. (READING iNDETERmiNATE) Q: But you can guess. A: Bosch. (READING INDETERmiNATE) Q: Or Krantz? A: Perhaps. (TRuE) Q: Krantz is a good man. Dependable. How's his wife? A: Very well, -(scream) Q: His wife died in 1958. Why do you make me hurt you? What did Schulz do? A: Went sightseeing for two days, then disappeared into the desert in a gray Mercedes. Q: And you burglarized his apartment A: Yes. (TRuE) Q: What did you learn? A: He is a scientist. (TRUE) Q: Anything else? A: American. (TRuE) That's all. (TRu*E) Q: Who was your instructor in training? A: Ertl. (READING INDETERMINATE) Q: That wasn't his real name, though. A: I don't know. (FALSE) Nol Not the button let me think it was just a minute I think somebody said his real name was Manner. (TituR) Q: Oh, Manner. Shame. He's the old-fashioned type. He still believes you can train agents to resist interrogation. It's his fault you're suffering so much, you know. What about your colleagues? Who trained with you? A: I never knew their real names. (FALSE) Q - Didn't you? A: (scream) Q: Real names. A: Not all of them- Q: Tell me the ones you did know. A: (no reply) (scream) The prisoner fainted. (pause) Q: What is your name? A: Uh... Towfik. (scream) Q: What did you have for breakfast? A: Don't know. Q: What is twenty minus seven? A: Twenty-seven. Q: What did you tell Krantz about Professor Schulz? A: Sightseeing ... Western Desert ... surveillance aborted.. . Q: Who did you train with? A: (no reply) Q: Who did you train with? A: (scream) Q: Who did you train with? A:Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death- ' Q: Who did you train with? A: (scream) The prisoner died.
When Kawash asked for a meeting, Pierre Borg went. There was no discussion about times and places: Kawash sent a message giving the rendezvous, and Borg made sure to be there. Kawash was the best double agent Borg had ever had, and that was that. The head of the Mossad stood at one end of the northbound Bakerloo Line platform in Oxford Circus subway station, reading an advertisement for a course of lectures in Theosophy, waiting for Kawash. He had no idea why the Arab had chosen London for this meeting; no idea what he told his masters be was doing in the citv-, no idea, even, why Kawash was a traitor. But this man had helped the Israelis win two wars and avoid a third, and Borg needed him. Borg glanced along the platform, looking for a high brown bead with a large, thin nose. He had an idea he knew what Kawash wanted to talk about. He hoped his idea was right. Borg was very worried about the Schulz affair. It had started out as a piece of routine surveillance, juit the right kind of assignment for his newest, rawest agent in Cairo: a high-powered American physicist on vacation in Europe decides to take a trip to Egypt. - The first warning sign came when Towilk lost Schulz. At that point Borg had stepped up activity on the project. A freelance journalist in Milan who occasionally made Inquiries for German Intelligence had established that Schules air ticket to Cairo had been paid for by the wife of an Egyptian diplomat in Rome. Then the CIA had routinely passed to the Mossad a set of satellite photographs of the area around Qattara which seemed to show signs of construction work-and Borg had remembered that Schulz had been heading,in the direction of Qattara when Towfik lost Win. Something was going on, and he did not know what, and that worried him. He was always worried. If it was not the Egyptians, it was the Syrians; if it was not the Syrians it was the Fedayeen; if it was not his enemies it was his friends and the question of how long they would continue to be his friends. He had a worrying job. His mother had once said, "Job, nothing-you were born worrying, like your poor father-if you were a gardener you would worry about your job." She might have been right but all the same, paranoia was the only rational frame of mind for a spyinaster. Now Towfik had broken contact, and that was the most worrying sign of all. Maybe Kawash would have some answers. A train thundered in. Borg was not waiting for a trafiL He began to read the credits on a movie poster. Half the names Were Jewish. Maybe I should have been a movie producer, he thought. The train Pulled out, and a shadow fell over Bor& He looked up into the calm face of Kawash. The Arab said, 'Thank you for coming.- He always said that Borg ignored it: be never knew how to respond to thanks. He said, 'Vhat's new?" "I had to pick up one of Your youngsters in Cairo on Friday. " "You had tor
"Military Intelligence were bodyguarding a VIP, and they spotted the kid tailing them. Military don't have operational personnel in the city, so they asked my department to pick him up. It was an official request." "God damn," Borg said feelingly. "What happened to himro "I had to do it by the book," Kawash said. He looked very sad. "rhe boy was interrogated and killed. His name was Avrarn Ambache, but he worked as Towfik el-Masiri." Borg frowned. "He told you his real name?" "He's dead, Pierre." Borg shook his head irritably: Kawash always wanted to linger over personal aspects. "Why did he tell you his name?" "Were using the Russian equipment-the electric shock and the lie detector together. You're not training them to cope with it." Borg gave a short laugh. "If we told them about it, wed never get any fucking recruits. What else did he give awayr' "Nothing we didn't know. He would have, but I killed him first." "You killed him?" "I conducted the interrogation, in order to make sure he did not say anything important. All these interviews are taped now, and the transcripts filed. We're learning from the Russians." The sadness deepened in the brown eyes. "Why-would you prefer that I should have someone else kill your boysr' Borg stared at him, then looked away. Once again he bad to steer the conversation away from the sentimental. "What did the boy discover about Schulz?" "An agent took the professor into the Western Desert." "Sure, but what for?" "I don't know." "You must know, you're in Egyptian Intelligence!" Borg controlled his irritation. Let the man do things at his own pace, he told himself; whatever information he's got, he'll tell. "I don't know what they're doing out there, because they've set up a special group to handle it," Kawash said. "My department isn't informed." "Any idea why?" The Arab shrugged. "I'd say they don't want the Russians to know about it. These days Moscow gets everything that goes through us."