Session 3 1/2: Interrogating Klaver

[Adminenkainen]

April 22, 1941, Tuesday
Cleveland, Ohio

Agent Fletcher, the Agent-in-Charge at the Klaver Mansion operation, informed Hourman that Klaver had been taken to the Cleveland Division office to hold for further questioning. Fletcher had orders to cooperate with the Justice Society in any way, so he had a car brought around to drive Hourman east to Cleveland.

The Man of the Hour arrived at a three-story brick building on Lakeside Avenue and immediately had clearance to enter the building (Fletcher had apparently called ahead). The agent who led Hourman to an interrogation room deep inside the building was not a fan.

"Don't think we love costumed vigilantes here," the agent said bitterly. "If it wasn't for orders from Hoover himself to cooperate with your 'Justice Society' on this mission, we'd be arresting you too..."

Finally, after many twists and turns, they arrived at a door where another agent was waiting for them. "Fritz Klaver is being moved into this room from another entrance. Hourman, do you wish to question him yourself, or watch from a neighboring room while we question him?"

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Research Notes:
www.fbi.gov/cleveland

[2ndscott]

"Agents, we're all after the same thing here: justice. I do want to speak to him, but I'd like to get a psychological profile first by watching your fellas give him a little time under some pressure first. Whaddya say?"

[Adminenkainen]

Hourman watched patiently through the one-way mirror into the interrogation room as two FBI agents tried to pry information out of Fritz Klaver.

"We're starting to go through your hideout room by room, Klaver, and we're finding all kinds of good stuff."

"We're assembling a roll call for everyone who ever signed up for your 'Grey Shirts', and we're finding out which sympathizers gave you financial backing. But who did you answer to, Klaver? Guenther Rumrich?"

Klaver looked impassively straight ahead through his Coke bottle glasses, but sneered at that. "Rumrich was nothing."

"How high up do you go, then, Klaver? All the way back to Berlin?"

"The giant spiders and centipedes, Klaver -- it wasn't you who figured out how to make them grow so big. You're just a banker from Maryland. Who was responsible for those?"

Klaver stayed impassive.

"Your parents came over from Germany, didn't they, Klaver? Brought you to the U.S. when you were six. You're parents died poor, while you were getting rich, isn't that right? Did you blame the U.S. for that? Is that why you turned traitor?"

"My parents were nothing," Klaver said with barely a blink.

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Research Notes: listverse.com/2013/06/12/10-nazi-spies-and-their-espionage-plots-in-america/