CHAPTER XI
The C.O.The wall-mounted loudspeakers piped a sonorous, albeit fuzzy Gregorian chant into Interrogation Room 2. Major Drayton found it rather irritating, but had to concede that unless this particular carrier was powerfully averse to Bach, Elgar, or regimental band music, it was unlikely that his own musical tastes would have been more effective at keeping her subdued.
She lay upon a long bench, her arms and legs bound with chains made of rosaries. Her sleeves and stockings spared her from any direct contact with them, though she looked anything but comfortable. Drayton supposed that in different circumstances, had she been free to exercise her perverted wiles and vermin-like cunning, she might all-too-easily have been mistaken for a beautiful woman, but at present that illusi
