Lisle's voice was low and urgent, trying to hold back the distractions of those touches.  "It was Herr Kluge," she said - she couldn't remember his rank, but didn't think that the slight would be particularly frowned on.  "He said he had a memo - to 'fix the kitty or become the kitty'."<br/><br/>Now, she was afraid.  The guards hadn't known she was listening.  They<em>would</em>know that someone must have informed the doctor, though.  The possible alternatives were minimal to say the least.