He was wearing a robe and pajamas and he was unshaven and his face looked gaunt and his eyes swollen.
Max stared at him, seeing him for the first time in person. Somehow he seemed unreal to Max. It was the other Walther Gassner who was real, the man in the computer, whose life had been spelled out in digits. Which was the shadow and which was the substance?
Major Wageman said, "You're under arrest, Herr Gassner. Where is your wife?"
Walther Gassner said hoarsely, "She's not here. She's gone! I - "
Upstairs there was the sound of a door being forced open, and a moment later a detective called down, "I've found her. She was locked in her room."
The detective appeared on the staircase, supporting a trembling Anna Gassner. Her hair was stringy and her face was streaked and blotchy, and she was sobbing.
"Oh, thank God," she said. "Thank God you've come!"
Gently the detective led her downstairs toward the group standing in the enormous reception hall. When Anna Gassner looked up and saw her husband, she began to scream.
"It's all right, Frau Gassner," Major Wageman said soothingly. "He can't harm you anymore."
"My children," she cried. "He killed my children!"
Max was watching Walther Gassner's face. He was staring at his wife with an expression of utter hopelessness. He looked broken and lifeless.
"Anna," he whispered. "Oh, Anna."
Major Wageman said, "You have the right to remain silent or to ask for a lawyer. For your own sake I hope you will cooperate with us."
Walther was not listening. "Why did you have to call them, Anna?" he pleaded. "Why? Weren't we happy together."
"The children are dead," Anna Gassner shrieked. "They're dead."
Major Wageman looked at Walther Gassner and asked, "Is that true?"
Walther nodded, and his eyes looked old and defeated. "Yes...They're dead."
"Murderer! Murderer!" his wife was shrieking.
Major Wageman said, "We would like you to show us the bodies. Will you do that?"
Walther Gassner was crying now, the tears rolling down his cheeks. He could not speak.
Major Wageman said, "Where are they?"
It was Max who answered. "The children are buried in Saint Paul's graveyard."
Everyone in the room turned to stare at him. "They died at birth five years ago," Max explained.
"Murderer!" Anna Gassner screamed at her husband.
And they turned and saw the madness blazing out of her eyes.
Chapter 51
Zurich.
Thursday, December 4.
Eight p.m.
The cold winter night had fallen, snuffing out the brief twilight. It had begun to snow, a soft, windblown powder that dusted the city. In the administration building of Roffe and Sons, the lights of the deserted offices glowed against the darkness like pale yellow moons.
In her office Elizabeth was alone, working late, waiting for Rhys to return from Geneva, where he had gone for a meeting. She wished that he would hurry. Everyone had long since left the building. Elizabeth felt restless, unable to concentrate. She could not get Walther and Anna out of her mind. She remembered Walther as she had first met him, boyish and handsome and madly in love with Anna. Or pretending to be. It was so hard to believe that Walther was responsible for all those terrible acts. Elizabeth's heart went out to Anna. Elizabeth had tried several times to telephone her, but there had been no answer. She would fly to Berlin, to give her whatever comfort she could. The telephone rang, startling her. She picked it up. It was Alec on the other end of the line, and Elizabeth was pleased to hear his voice.
"You've heard about Walther?" Alec asked.
"Yes. It's horrible. I can't believe it."
"Don't, Elizabeth."
She thought she had misunderstood him. "What?"
"Don't believe it. Walther's not guilty."
"The police said - "
"They've made a mistake. Walther was the first person Sam and I checked out. We cleared him. He's not the one we were looking for."
Elizabeth stared at the phone, filled with a sense of confusion. He's not the one we were looking for. She said, "I - I don't understand what you're saying."
Alec replied hesitantly, "It's awkward doing this over a telephone, Elizabeth, but I haven't had an opportunity to speak to you alone."
"Speak to me about what?" Elizabeth asked.
"For the past year," Alec said, "someone has been sabotaging the company. There was an explosion in one of our South American factories, patents have been stolen, dangerous drugs have been mislabeled. There isn't time to go into it all now. I went to Sam and suggested that we engage an outside investigating agency to try to find out who was behind it. We agreed not to discuss it