“If Vera lives on Boston Boulevard she’s got money. Walter’s interested in her?”

“They see each other.”

“The countess climbs the stairs to his apartment over a meat market?”

“Most of the time it’s at her place.”

“Why do you think she’s a spy, because she’s keeping company with Walter?”

“I’m not telling you everything we have on her.”

“But she was married to a Polish count, a war hero?”

“There’s no record of the count as an officer in the Polish Army. That’s the cover they made up for Vera. We believe she was trained by the Gestapo, was given money and credentials and came on a ship to Canada as a highly respected Ukrainian refugee. Vera moved to Detroit and gives lectures to women’s groups, tells them how awful it is to live under the Nazis, no shampoo, no cold cream. We’ve got her down as a possible enemy alien.”

“Doing what?”

“Gathering information about war production.”

“The Germans don’t know we’re making bombers?”

“Now you’re acting smart.”

“What I’m asking,” Honey said, “is if you think what Vera sends the Germans does them any good.”

“It doesn’t matter. If she’s working as a German agent, the U.S. attorney will bring her up on the charge and put her away. It doesn’t matter if her information helps the enemy or not.”

“What about Walter?”

“He’s been a U.S. citizen since he was fourteen. If he’s involved in anything subversive it’s an act of treason. He could hang.”

Kevin looked at his notebook and turned a page, then a few more and stopped. “How about Joseph John Aubrey?”

Honey shook her head.

“Lives in Griffin, Georgia.”

“Oh, Joe Aubrey, yeah,” Honey said, “owns restaurants. He was big in the German-American Bund at that time. Walter met him at the rally they had in New York.”