Tommy’s teaching on pauses was that you could elicit an answer to an unasked question by just saying nothing, pausing for longer that usual. He also said you should watch the suspect’s hands: Tension or movement in the hands often reveals more than the answers to your questions. That was one of Livermore’s rules of interviewing. “Major Hutt,” flashy smile of greeting, sincere as a harlot’s kiss. “Been on leave I gather?” Shed Hutt had this annoying habit of smoothing his moustache, finger and thumb of his right hand reaching over, smoothing it left, then right, finishing with a little flick, forefinger against the right waxed spike. “Yes. Got recalled when the CO was killed. Should’ve had fourteen days. Had ten, then summoned back with the old telegram. Boy on a bicycle. Not easy where I was.” “And where were you?” “My people’s place in Scotland. ’Bout twenty miles west of Aberdeen, Castle Killeenon. They’re down south at the moment – the parents – so I had it to myself.”
