Wynn considered the response. He smiled again at Kassam, and nodded his head. Was Kassam’s answer suspicious? Probably not. It was plausible. The man, if not entirely candid, might well be correct that the census question—what kind of work does the head of household do for income?—left room for interpretation. That’s why his soldiers had to review answers with the home occupants. Americans, too, got confused by legalistic questions. Wynn thought about telling Kassam that he didn’t like paperwork either, to put him at greater ease, but decided against it.
“Ask Mr. Kassam if he himself worked in recent years, and if so, what his profession is.”
Cengo asked.
Kassam sank even lower, and the mole on his lip rolled around like a marble on a table. He answered slowly, the rasp in his voice mor
