Dino took charge; he shoved the pad back to the suspect. “Write down the names of the people you killed.”

“I am not knowing all these names.”

“Write down the ones you know.”

The man began writing, then stopped and read aloud from the pad. “The secretary—I am not knowing the name; the Hirsch lady, naked with the machine—ah, the cleaner.”

“The vacuum cleaner,” Dino said.

“Ja. Yes.” He continued. “Fräulein Enzberg; the man of the door on Fifth Avenue and the policeman; and the lawyer, Herr Goldschmidt.”

“Goldsmith.”

“Yes.”

“Why did you kill Fraulein Enzberg?”

The man shrugged.

“Surely, she was Mitteldorfer’s friend; why would he want her dead?”

“Who is this Mitteldorfer you keep saying?” the man asked, smiling a little.

“You know perfectly well who he is,” Dino said.

“He’s your father,” Stone interjected.

“I am orphan,” the man said, smiling.

There was another German name Stone could try, but he couldn’t remember it.

Andy Anderson spoke up. “Why did you kill Susan Bean?” he asked.

The man looked genuinely puzzled. “Bean? This is a person?”

“The woman in the penthouse apartment in the East Sixties,” Anderson said. “You followed Mr. Barrington there and killed her when he went out. Why did you kill her?”

“I am not knowing about this,” the man said.

Stone remembered the name. “Herr Hausman,” he said, “are you telling us you don’t know who Susan Bean is?”

The man turned and looked at Stone, exasperated. “I am not knowing…”

He stopped.

“Hausman is your name, isn’t it?” Stone asked.

The man shrugged.

“Your Christian name is Ernst, isn’t it?”

The man laughed.

“I got it,” Dino said. “The nephew in Hamburg, the one who works at the cigarette factory.”

The suspect shook his head. “No,” he said. “Ernst is being in Hamburg still.”

“And your mother is still in Hamburg, isn’t she?” Stone asked.

The man turned and glared at Stone but said nothing.

“Let’s get back to Susan Bean,” Anderson said. He read out her address from his notebook. “You were at this address?”

“No,” the man said. “I am not knowing this place.”

Stone took the legal pad from the table, tore off a sheet of paper, and wrote on it. “Check to see if Ernst Hausman is still in Hamburg. Find out his address and his mother’s name. Find out if there are any siblings.” He handed it to Dino, who looked at it, then handed it to Anderson. Anderson left the room.

“I don’t understand,” Dino said. “You’ve admitted killing all these people, but you deny killing Susan Bean. Why?”

“You must be listening better,” the man replied. “I am not knowing this lady.”

Anderson returned to the room. “It’s being done,” he said, handing Dino a note.

Dino read it and handed it to Stone.

Stone read it aloud. “No fingerprint record in this country. Have sent request to Interpol.”