stop him. So why had they been there? To make
sure he stayed in the car ... ?
He jammed on the brakes and looked into the back seat, and then he knew,
with unbearable sadness, that he would never see Jerusalem again.
A tall Arab in a dark suit was smiling at him over the snout of a small
handgun.
"Drive on," the man said in Arabic, "but not quite so fast, please."
Q: What is your name? A: Towfik el-Masiri. Q: Describe yourseff. A: Age
twenty-six, five-foot-nine, one hundred and eighty
pounds, brown eyes, black hair, Semitic features, light brown skin. Q: Who
do you work for? A I am a student.
Q What day is today? A: Saturday.
Q: What is your nationality? A: Egyptian.
Q: What is twenty mintis seven? A: Thirteen.
The above questions are designed to facilitate fine calibration of the lie
detector.
Q: You work for the CIA. A : No. (TRuE)
Q: The Germans? A: No.(TRUE) Q: Israel, then. A: No. (FALSE) Q: You really
are a student? A: Yes. (FALSE)
Q: Tell me about your studies.
A : I'm doing chemistry at Cairo University. (TRUE) I'm in-
terested in polymers. (TRuE) I want to be a petrochemi-
cal engineer. (FALSE) Q: What are polymers?
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A:Complex organic compounds with long-chain molecules----the commonest is
polythene. (TRUE)
Q: What is your name?
A: I told you, Towfik el-Masiri. (Fnw)
Q :The pads attached to your head and chest measure your pulse, heartbeat,
breathing and perspiration. When you tell untruths, your metabolism
betrays you-you breathe faster, sweat more, and so on. This machine, which
was given to us by our Russian friends, tells me when you are lying.
Besides, I happen to know that Towfik el-Masiri is dead. Who are you?
A: (no reply)
Q:Ile wire taped to the tip of your penis is part of a different machine.
It is connected to this button here. When I press the button-
A: (scream)
Q:--an electric current passes through the wire and gives you a shock. We
have put your feet in a bucket of water to improve the efficiency of the
apparatus. What is your name?
A: Avram Ambache.
The electrical apparatus interferes with the functioning of the lie
detector.
Q: Have a cigarette.
A: Thank you.
Q:Believe it or not, I hate this work. The trouble Is, people who like it
are never any good at it-you need sensitivity, you know. rm a sensitive
person ... I hate to see people suffer. Don!t you?
A: (no reply)
Q:You're now trying to think of ways to resist me. Please don't bother.
There is no defense against modem techniques of . . . interviewing. What
is your name?
A : Avraw Ambache. (TRuE)
A: Who is your control?
A: I don't know what you mean. (PALsE)
Q : Is it Bosch?
A: No, Friedman. (READwa mDETERmiNATE)
Q: It is Bosch.
A: Yes. (PALsE)
Q: No, it's not Bosch. Tt's Krantz.
A: Okay, it's Krantz-whatever you say. (TRuE)
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Q: How do you make contact?
A: I have a radio. (PALsE)
Q: You're not telling me the truth.
A: (scream)
Q: How do you make contact?
A : A dead-letter box in the faubourg.
Q:' You are thinking that when you are in pain, the lie detector will not
function properly, and that there is therefore safety in torture. You are
only partly right. This is a very sophisticated machine, and I spent many
months learning to use it properly. After I have given you a shock, it
takes only a few moments to readjust the machine to your faster
metabolism; and then I can once more tell when you are lying. How do you
make contact?
A: A dead-letter-(scream)
Q:Ali! He's kicked his feet free-these convulsions are very strong. Tie him
again, before he comes round. Pick up that bucket and put more water in
it.
(pause)
Right, he's waking, get out. Can you hear me, Towfik?
A: (indistinct)
Q: What is your name?
A : (no reply)
Q: A little jab to help you
A : (scream)
Q: -to think.
A: Avram Ambacbe.
Q- What day is today?
A: Saturday.
Q What did we give you for breakfast?
A Fava beans.
Q: What is twenty minus seven?
A: Thirteen.
Q : What is your