I had tried to doze but it was impossible; until I heard from Gerardo, sleep seemed to be an impossible idea. In the end, I got off the sofa, made another pot of coffee, and sat staring at the list of names: one was a traitor, but who? Grabbing my notebook, I copied the names of those whom I knew in one way or another. The absence of Roger or rather his real name, Armand, was highly significant. It seemed that the mole did not know Roger’s real identity. Did this mean it was a newer member who w