Winfred

89

Official Report

British Intelligence

Code: 3986

Kathleen Winfred

I went to Pirot. There was one more day before Schwab arrived and I needed her help.

I gestured to myself, when I found her in our shared room. “Change me,” I said. “I want to be a completely different person.”

“Why?” said Pirot.

“I don’t want Schwab to recognize me, do I?”

I did not reveal to her my real plan. I wanted to find something out, from Schwab. I wanted to know where Freidrich went when he disappeared. Something in him had changed, and I suspected that it could be something to do with decisions made by his superiors. If I remained, acting as his secretary, I could, perhaps, learn something from him. He hated Freidrich. I thought that, if something bad were happening to Freidrich, Schwab might tell me with little persuasion.

So I sat in a chair before the mirror in our small bathroom and Pirot cut my hair.

I had had long hair before, but as I watched in the mirror, I saw it fall away. My hair now cut off somewhere near my ears. I looked as though I were a boy with shaggy hair.

Pirot also found some makeup for me to wear. I had not worn any before, so I felt that it might help disguise me to wear some now. Pirot gave me red lipstick and some pink powder to give blush to my cheeks.

I looked at myself in the mirror and I had succeeded. I did not recognize myself. I saw someone daring, with short hair and red lips. I felt like I was looking at a stranger.

I had to, to fool Schwab.