When Conway Kroll reached his office that morning, there were three prisoners waiting to be interrogated. He smiled coldly at the sight of them, standing in the large bare room awaiting their fate. "Good morning," he said, with steely politeness. "My name is Kroll. It is my job to conduct the interrogation to which you three will be subjected today." One of the three—a tall, youthful-looking man—glared up at him bitterly. "Interrogation? Torture , you mean!" Kroll brought his eyes to rest on the