The chief interrogator waited with his confession. Further evidence had been collected against the Cardinal. There was now a letter written in his own hand to the American Ambassador.
The Cardinal didn’t blink. He was staring up at the dark sky as if asking his God for help.
“Go ahead, your Holiness,” the chief interrogator mocked, “keep watching the skies. Your American space ship will never come for you. But these plans to leave your country? I don’t know, your Holiness. I just don’t know. Tell me something, your Holiness. Why is it that you spiritual types insist on solving every problem of man through that ridiculous fantasy of yours? Nice escape plan! Christ Almighty!”
The Cardinal was pulled out of the manhole, shackled and tossed on the back of the truck. He was whisked back to t
