"What do you mean by that?"
"I was walking down the sidewalk without a blackout torch and we collided. She was carrying a bag of groceries. They spilled everywhere."
"Where did this happen?"
"Kensington, outside the Vandyke Club."
"When?"
"About two weeks ago."
"When exactly?"
"Jesus, I don't remember! It might have been a Monday."
"What time in the evening?"
"Around six o'clock."
"What did she call herself?"
"Catherine Blake."
"Had you ever met her before that night?"
"No."
"Had you ever seen her before that night?"
"No."
"You didn't recognize her?"
"No."
"And how long were you with her that first night?"
"Less than a minute."
"Did you make arrangements to see her again?"
"Not exactly. I asked her to have a drink sometime. She said she'd like that, and then she walked away."
"She gave you her address?"
"No."
"A telephone number?"
"No."
"So how were you supposed to contact her?"
"Good question. I assumed she didn't want to see me again."
"When did you see her again?"
"The next night."
"Where?"
"The bar of the Savoy Hotel."
"What were the circumstances?"
"I was having a drink with a friend."
"The friend's name?"
"Shepherd Ramsey."
"And you saw her in the bar?"
"Yes."
"And she came to your table?"
"No, I went to her."
"What happened next?"
"She said she was supposed to meet a fellow there but she'd been stood up. I asked if I could buy her a drink. She said she would rather leave. So I left with her."
"Where did you go?"
"To my house."
"What did you do?"
"She cooked dinner and we ate. We talked for a while and she went home."
"Did you make love to her that night?"
"Listen, I'm not going to--"
"Yes, you bloody well are, Commander Jordan! Now answer the question! Did you make love to her that night?"
"No!"
"Are you telling me the truth?"
"What?"
"I said are you telling me the truth?"
"Of course I am."
"You don't intend to lie to me tonight, do you, Commander Jordan?"
"No, I don't."
"Good, because I wouldn't advise it. You're in enough trouble as it is. Now, let's continue."
Vicary abruptly changed course, guiding Jordan into calmer waters. For one hour he walked Jordan through his personal history: his childhood on the West Side of Manhattan, his education at Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute, his work with the Northeast Bridge Company, his marriage to the wealthy and beautiful debutante Margaret Lauterbach, her death in an automobile accident on Long Island in August 1939. Vicary asked the questions without notes and as if he did not know the answers, even though he had memorized Jordan's file during the drive. He made certain he controlled the pace and the cadence of the conversation. When Jordan seemed to be too comfortable, Vicary would derail him. All the while Vicary was writing religiously in his notebook. The interrogation was being recorded with hidden microphones, yet Vicary was scribbling as if his little notebook would be the permanent chronicle of the evening's proceedings. Whenever Jordan spoke, there was the maddening sound of Vicary's pencil scratching across the page. Every few minutes Vicary's pencil would dull. He would apologize, force Jordan to stop, then make a vast show of fishing out a new one. Each time he would retrieve just one new pencil--never an extra, just one. Each search seemed to take longer than the last. Harry, watching from the shadows, marveled at Vicary's performance. He wanted Jordan to underestimate him, to think him something of a dolt. Harry thought, Go ahead, you dumb bastard, and he'll cut your balls off. Vicary turned to a fresh page in his notebook and withdrew a new pencil.
"Her name isn't really Catherine Blake. And she isn't really English. Her real name is Anna Katarina von Steiner. But I will never refer to her by that name again. I would like you to forget you ever heard it. My reasons will be made clear to you later. She was born in London before the First War to an English mother and a German father. She returned to England in November 1938 using this false Dutch passport. Do you recognize the photograph?"
"It's her. She looks different now, but that's her."
"We assume she came to the attention of German intelligence because of her background and her language ability. We believe she was recruited in 1936 and sent to a camp in Bavaria, where she was given training in codes and radios, taught how to assess an army, and taught how to kill. In order to conceal her own entry into the country she brutally murdered a woman in Suffolk. We think she's murdered three other people as well."