Chapter 21
The Witness.
The President turned to the little man in the black suit sitting directly opposite
Fiedler.
‘Comrade Karden, you are speaking for Comrade Mundt. Do you wish to
examine the witness Leamas?’
‘Yes, yes, I should like to in one moment,’ he replied, getting laboriously to his
feet and pulling the end of his gold-rimmed spectacles over his ears. He was a
benign figure, a little rustic, and his hair was white.
‘The contention of Comrade Mundt,’ he began—his mild voice was rather
pleasantly modulated—‘is that Leamas is lying; that Comrade Fiedler either by
design or ill chance has been drawn into a plot to disrupt the Abteilung, and thus
bring into disrepute the organs for the defence of our socialist state. We do not
dispute that Karl Riemeck was a British spy—there is evidence for that. But we
dispute that Mundt was in league with him, or accepted money for betraying our
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