The Last Witness Page #2

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if they don't want to, Colonel.

Yes, Captain. Of course.

Colonel, please.

Breakfast is waiting.

- Mm.

- I have to see you tonight.

- Eight thirty, at the King's Arms.

- No, that's too public.

No, there are only ever

locals there.

Mm. Fine.

Eight-ish?

I have to go.

Mason wants to see me.

Do you have to?

You know I do.

Come.

Ah! Thank you, Stanley.

You're still on duty?

I hardly ever see you

out of uniform these days.

You hardly see me at all.

I know, I'm sorry. There's a bit

of a flap on at the moment.

Anyway, good of you to come.

We've been invited to the

annual ball at the Robinsons'.

Oh, God. Is it that

time of year already?

I know, tedious in

the extreme, but, er...

I would really appreciate it if we

could attend together this year.

- Your parents will be there.

- I'd rather not, if it's all the same to you.

It might look at bit odd if, er,

if I go alone.

Might set a few tongues wagging.

- If we must.

- Splendid.

Oh!

One more thing before you go.

You might be in

the perfect place

to do me another favor,

if you would?

Er... Loboda and Nowak,

two DPs who arrived

in your camp this morning.

You're very well informed,

as always.

Could you be a real brick and keep

me appraised of their whereabouts?

Movements, visitors, friends,

that sort of thing.

Why?

It's probably nothing.

Some vague memo from London.

Nothing to worry about.

Just so I know.

I wouldn't expect you to run

across town every morning.

A simple telephone call

will suffice.

I know you must be busy with your

whole repatriation commotion.

- Yes.

- Mm.

Is that all?

Well, I should be getting back.

Oh, please, don't let me

detain you any longer.

Er, but if we could, er...

keep this just

between ourselves?

Of course.

So we're happy then?

What?

- The Robinsons' ball?

- Yes. Yes.

- Fine.

- Hmm.

You know why he

married you, hmm?

He is not the monster

you want him to be.

So your father has the right to

sell you to the highest bidder?

They genuinely thought

he would make a good husband.

They only want

what's best for me.

Did they know?

Marriage isn't

about love for them.

And I wanted to marry him.

I was in love with him.

Obviously, I didn't know then

what I know now.

But our love

is of a different kind now.

Stephen, he's my friend.

It's a lie.

So what do you want me to do?

You want me to just

leave my husband, my job,

turn my back on my family

and run off to London with you?

That's impossible.

I'm not sure how much faith

I have in your big story

because if what the Polish

Colonel says is true,

you have no proof.

And as unfortunate as they are,

these suicides

are still just that.

Suicides. Nothing more.

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