“You are sure?”
“Positive. I never heard of him before. I don’t know why I should have written him a letter.”
The Red Envoy opened the envelope. He scanned the two pages, while Berger sat at the table, thinking.
“Is this your writing?”
Berger took the letter in response to the question. He nodded in acknowledgment.
“Read it,” said the Red Envoy. “You wrote it. You signed it. Read it.”
BERGER’S eyes ran along the carefully written lines. Before he had reached the end of the first page, his hands were shaking and his lips were twitching.
As he looked at the second page, and saw the signature at the bottom, he flung the letter to the floor, with a gasp of terror. Placing his hands to his forehead, he moaned in anguish.
“You have told everything,” said the Red Envoy quietly.
“Why did I do it?” questioned Berger pleadingly. “Tell me why. I must be insane!”