“My f-f-father–initiated, t-tried to initiate me–into–” He let the sentence trail away.
Elena clicked her tongue impatiently. “If you’re going to be evasive about the supernatural element of your story, the SDECE is not buying.”
“Evasive.” Philby laughed shortly, aware of the weight of chunky steel on his ankle and wondering if he might ever be faced with the necessity–and have the courage–to turn the gun on himself. “It is v-vaguely shameful, though, isn’t it? Didn’t you feel that, in B-Berlin?”
“And if you’re not willing to face shame, we’re not going to get anywhere.”