She said: “I shall never talk whatever you do. Scum. . . !”
Nielenberg hit her again. Now the top of her rough jacket was covered with the blood which was streaming from her mouth and teeth. Berg thought that Nielenberg was not at all artistic.
He drew on his cigarette. He said: “Look… I could save you a lot of trouble.”
Nielenberg raised his eyebrows. He said: “Yes? What do you mean?”
Berg said: “You come over here. I want to talk to you.”
Nielenberg, a puzzled look on his face, came over.
Berg said: “I’ll tell you something funny. When I went for my walk tonight I overhead something.” He dropped his voice. “I got talking to some people. Well, when I got back here and saw these two here I was able to put two and two together. I know who they were going to meet, and I know where they
