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profession?
    A:I'm a student. No don't please and a spy yes rm 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.
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    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 1. 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, 1-(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 you7re 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.
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    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
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    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