HE WALKED ACROSS the clearing and into another hut. Fowler was waiting for him, the headphones in his hand.
"I think somebody went in there," he said.
"You think?" Borken said.
"The shower was running," Fowler said. "Somebody went in there who knows about the microphones. She wouldn't need another shower. She just had one, right? Somebody went in there and ran the shower to mask the talking. "
"Who?" Borken asked.
Fowler shook his head.
"I don't know who," he said. "But I can try to find out. "
Borken nodded.
"Yes, you can do that," he said. "You can try to find out. "
IN THE ACCOMMODATION huts, men and women were working in the gloom, cleaning their rifles. The word about Loder had traveled quickly. They all knew about the tribunal. They all knew the likely outcome. Any six of th
