"He's done for anyhow. Isn't it better to recognize that he's rotten?
McClane wouldn't have him. He saw what he was."
"He didn't see him at Berlaere. He was splendid there."
"My dear child, don't you know why? He didn't see there was any danger.
He was too stupid to see it."
"I saw it."
"You're not stupid."
"He did see it at the end."
"At the end, yes—When he let you go back for the guns."
She remembered. She remembered his face, the little beads of sweat glittering. He couldn't help that.
"Look here, from the time he realised the danger, did he go out or did he stay under cover?"
She didn't answer.