‘You know …’ Kynaston said huskily.
‘Yes. Probably more than you do,’ Pitt replied. ‘I know that she was Ingrid’s sister and she never forgave Bennett for her death …’
Kynaston stood up from the chair. ‘It wasn’t Bennett’s fault, for God’s sake! She was infatuated with him! He never gave her … Ingrid’s sister? Are you … sure?’
‘Yes, of course I am! And it doesn’t matter now what the truth of it was,’ Pitt said gently. ‘It probably was no more than a tragedy, but Ailsa blamed Bennett for it. She could not accept that the sister she adored was mentally fragile, obsessed with a man who did not love her. It was Harold Sundstrom who rescued Bennett for you, so you owed him a debt you could never repay: Bennett’s debt. I understand that. But it is still treason.’
‘I know,’ Kynaston admitted quietly. ‘I suppose if I had been thinking clearly I would always have known. It began in such a small way! Just a simple question answered. It seemed almost harmless, just interest.’
‘And you were in love with Ailsa …’
‘Infatuated,’ Kynaston amended. ‘Ingrid was fifteen, you know! God! How could I blame her when I have no more sense myself? Then it was too late … I was terrified when they found that body in the gravel pit. I was so afraid it was poor Kitty. I thought they’d killed her to warn me!’
‘Kitty is alive and well,’ Pitt assured him. It was absurd to feel sorry for him, and yet he did.
‘I’m glad. Whatever will happen to Rosalind? She doesn’t deserve this either …’
Pitt’s decision was already complete and he intended to carry it through. Once committed to, it would be impossible to reverse without acute embarrassment to the Government.
‘Nothing will happen to her,’ he said firmly. ‘I have no intention of arresting you. That’s not what I’ve come here for. I know you have been passing secret information to Ailsa, which she then passed on to Edom Talbot, who sold it to Sundstrom, incidentally the father of Ailsa’s first husband. Perhaps you don’t know that?’
Kynaston stared at him, eyes hollow. He gave a minute shake of his head.
‘You are going to go on passing naval information to Sundstrom,’ Pitt continued. ‘We will find a way for you to do it. Clearly he will know that Ailsa has died, and that Edom Talbot killed her in a lovers’ quarrel. Seems she rejected him, and he couldn’t cope with it. He will be tried for murder and found guilty.’
‘But …’ Kynaston stammered.
Pitt smiled at him. ‘Sir John Ransom will give you the information we wish passed on, and you will be given a new contact, now that Ailsa is no longer available. It will come through Jack Radley. I know that he shall accept the position you offered him after all, because I have seen to it.’
‘But he’s totally loyal!’ Kynaston protested. ‘He wouldn’t-’
‘Yes, he will, if instructed to,’ Pitt told him. ‘I know him very well. He’s my brother-in-law, remember. He’ll make a very good job of sending all kinds of information to Sundstrom.’
Kynaston blinked. ‘You mean misinformation …?’
‘Precisely. You have done much damage. You will now do much good. That is how you will repay your debt.’
Kynaston sat back in his chair, tears filling his eyes. ‘Thank you,’ he said so hoarsely the words were hardly distinguishable. ‘Thank you, Pitt.’
