Andrew Williams - The Interrogator

Здесь есть возможность читать онлайн «Andrew Williams - The Interrogator» весь текст электронной книги совершенно бесплатно (целиком полную версию без сокращений). В некоторых случаях можно слушать аудио, скачать через торрент в формате fb2 и присутствует краткое содержание. Город: London, Год выпуска: 2009, ISBN: 2009, Издательство: John Murray, Жанр: Исторический детектив, Триллер, на английском языке. Описание произведения, (предисловие) а так же отзывы посетителей доступны на портале библиотеки ЛибКат.

The Interrogator: краткое содержание, описание и аннотация

Предлагаем к чтению аннотацию, описание, краткое содержание или предисловие (зависит от того, что написал сам автор книги «The Interrogator»). Если вы не нашли необходимую информацию о книге — напишите в комментариях, мы постараемся отыскать её.

Spring 1941.  The armies of the Reich are masters of Europe.  Britain stands alone, dependent on her battered navy for survival, while Hitler’s submarines prey on the Atlantic convoys that are the country’s only lifeline.
Lieutenant Douglas Lindsay is among just a handful of men rescued when his ship is torpedoed in the Atlantic.  Unable to free himself from the memories of that night and return to duty at sea, he becomes an interrogator with naval intelligence, questioning captured U-boat crews.  He is convinced that the Germans have broken British naval codes, but he’s a lone voice, a damaged outsider, and his superiors begin to wonder:  can he be trusted when so much at stake?
As the blitz reduces Britain’s cities to rubble and losses at sea mount, Lindsay becomes increasingly isolated and desperate. No one will believe him, not even his lover, Mary Henderson, who works at the very heart of intelligence establishment. Lindsay decides to risk all in one last throw of the dice, setting a trap for his prize captive—and nemesis—U-boat commander, Jürgen Mohr, the man who helped to send his ship to the bottom.

The Interrogator — читать онлайн бесплатно полную книгу (весь текст) целиком

Ниже представлен текст книги, разбитый по страницам. Система сохранения места последней прочитанной страницы, позволяет с удобством читать онлайн бесплатно книгу «The Interrogator», без необходимости каждый раз заново искать на чём Вы остановились. Поставьте закладку, и сможете в любой момент перейти на страницу, на которой закончили чтение.

Тёмная тема
Сбросить

Интервал:

Закладка:

Сделать

‘Yes, I have,’ said Lange in English and his face twitched with irritation. ‘You want your friend to interrogate me, Lieutenant?’

Lindsay shook his head and said in German: ‘No, Helmut, but I told her you were a Christian and I think she’d like to hear you explain how a Christian justifies the camps. I’d like to know too.’

It was quite a time before Lange spoke again and when he did Mary sensed that he was struggling for the right words: ‘Our priest at home was arrested and taken to a camp. They accused him of abusing children. It wasn’t true. He spoke out against this racial purity. This is worrying but we are at war. When it’s over, all this will stop, but until then we have a duty to protect the Fatherland.’

Mary held the edge of the table tightly as Lindsay translated Lange’s words, a frown of concentration on her face, then she said: ‘So your priest put God before his duty to the Nazi state?’

‘Christians do not make revolution,’ said Lange flatly.

Mary leant forward and, placing her hand on his, said quietly: ‘Christians can’t shelter behind their country’s laws.’ And she looked intently at him as Lindsay translated her words.

Lange shook his head slowly, then almost as an afterthought added, ‘The Führer has done many good things.’

Mary sighed and sat back in her chair. No one spoke for a few seconds. The band was thumping out a sugary little love song and the dance floor was busier than ever. Then Lange leant across the table, took Mary’s hand and squeezed it gently. ‘You are right about some things, yes, I agree with some things,’ he said hesitantly. ‘Please understand; I think of these things too.’

She felt a little embarrassed: ‘It’s easy to preach in London.’

No more mention was made of the war, the Church or the Party and for the rest of the evening the conversation was warm and relaxed. At a little after ten, Lindsay announced that it was time to leave.

‘Yes, but first Helmut must ask me to dance,’ said Mary. Before Lindsay could begin to translate, Lange was on his feet. How strange, Mary thought as he guided her around the floor, she was in the arms of a Nazi propagandist and she liked him very much.

18

Lindsay woke at dawn the following morning after a restless night on a camp bed and as he lay there under the rough army blankets his first half-conscious thoughts were of Mary. He could see her sweeping round the dance floor, cat-green eyes bright with pleasure, more beautiful, more graceful in her sensible skirt than all those women who had made so much effort to please. He tried to cling to this warm, sleepy memory of her, caught up in the dance too, but it began to slip away. It was replaced by an image of Mohr’s clever, confident smile, and it was this that finally drove him from his bed.

One hour and a greasy canteen breakfast later, Lindsay was perched on the balustrade of the Trent Park terrace, the sun warm on his back, in one hand a cigarette, in the other his ‘bible’ — the notes he used to prepare for an interrogation. It was always a little pantomime of sympathy, impatience, rage, and it needed to be structured carefully. So absorbed was he in this task that he did not hear the footsteps approaching from the front of the house.

‘Enjoying the sunshine?’ It was James Henderson. Lindsay turned to acknowledge him, slipping from the balustrade to his feet.

‘Preparing for another crack at Jürgen Mohr.’

‘Ah,’ said Henderson a little sheepishly, ‘I wanted to talk to you about Mohr.’

‘Oh?’

‘You won’t be able to interrogate him today. He isn’t here.’

Lindsay frowned: ‘I have him in solitary.’

‘No you don’t.’ Henderson was inspecting a crack in a broken flagstone. ‘A car’s waiting to take him to the Admiralty. The First Sea Lord, in his wisdom, has decided he wants to meet Mohr.’

‘Does he think he can do a better job than me?’

Henderson shook his head. ‘He wants to meet a famous U-boat commander.’

Lindsay gave a short, harsh laugh: ‘I thought we were fighting a war.’

Henderson looked a little crestfallen; for once authority had let him down: ‘Professional curiosity.’

Lindsay shook his head in disbelief. God save us from ‘professional’ officers and their fellowship of the sea, he thought. The captain of HMS White had been the same and they were still picking up the pieces.

‘How’s Sister Mary?’ Henderson was anxious to change the subject.

‘Fine, fine,’ said Lindsay.

‘You’re still seeing each other then?’

Lindsay smiled. Henderson had done well to keep the disappointment from his voice: ‘When we can, she’s very busy.’

‘Yes.’

For a while, they stood in silence. Lindsay wanted to say something for Mary’s sake but could think of nothing. It was difficult to feel warm about a man who made no secret of his distaste for you.

‘All right, I must get on,’ said Henderson awkwardly.

‘I’ll follow you in.’

He left Henderson in the entrance hall and made his way into the west wing of the house. The naval interrogators had turned the old billiard room into an office and crammed it with files and ugly furniture. A couple of assistants were typing up SR transcripts. Lieutenant Charlie Samuels was the only one of the interrogators at his desk. Bent beneath an anglepoise lamp, he was scribbling frantically in what Lindsay took to be his interrogation bible.

‘You’re not going to believe this,’ he said as he stepped up to Samuels’ desk, ‘Mohr is taking tea with the First Sea Lord.’

Samuels looked up at him, a smile on his thin, almost colourless lips.

‘No, it’s quite true,’ said Lindsay, perching at its edge. He felt sure Samuels would share his disgust. But Samuels just looked at him then raised his eyebrows quizzically.

Lindsay was a little taken aback: ‘Well?’

‘How can you, of all people, complain if the First Sea Lord wants to make friends with a Nazi?’

Lindsay flushed with anger: ‘I’m surprised to hear you say that, Charlie.’

‘Why? You’re not fussy about the company you keep,’ said Samuels quietly.

‘I make no apologies for being friendly with some of the prisoners — that’s part of the job.’

Samuels looked down at his bible for a moment as if steadying himself, his hand covering his chin and mouth. When he looked up again Lindsay was struck by the sadness in his eyes.

‘What’s up?’ he asked.

‘Do you know what Checkland’s written in the interrogation notes he’s pulled together for the Director, for Admiral Godfrey?’ Samuel’s voice shook a little. ‘I’ve scribbled some of it down here.’ He pulled a scrap of paper from his bible and began to read from it:

Sight of Jew has adverse effect on mental attitude of prisoners… hardens resistance… mistake to employ interrogators of Jewish appearance… Germans have special instinct for slightest Jewish strain and this makes Jewish interrogators feel inferior.

He picked up his spectacles and peered at the paper as if through a magnifying glass. Satisfied there was nothing more, he said as calmly as he could: ‘He is right about the prisoners but not about me. I hate most of them, despise them.’ He paused for a moment then said: ‘But Checkland would just say that proves I shouldn’t be doing this job.’

Lindsay shook his head slowly. The Jew and the German, he thought, neither of us entirely trusted.

‘You know, I loved Germany,’ Samuels said suddenly. ‘You understand, of course. I used to visit my grandfather in Berlin. He took me to the opera in Opernplatz — they burn books there now, and we haven’t heard anything from him for three years.’

Читать дальше
Тёмная тема
Сбросить

Интервал:

Закладка:

Сделать

Похожие книги на «The Interrogator»

Представляем Вашему вниманию похожие книги на «The Interrogator» списком для выбора. Мы отобрали схожую по названию и смыслу литературу в надежде предоставить читателям больше вариантов отыскать новые, интересные, ещё непрочитанные произведения.


Отзывы о книге «The Interrogator»

Обсуждение, отзывы о книге «The Interrogator» и просто собственные мнения читателей. Оставьте ваши комментарии, напишите, что Вы думаете о произведении, его смысле или главных героях. Укажите что конкретно понравилось, а что нет, и почему Вы так считаете.

x