ared. They
stepped up beside Stan and nodded toward the door.

Stan was marched out into the hall and down a few doors to a small room.
He was shoved inside and the door was locked. There was a cot and a
table in the room. A small light bulb dangled from a cord. Its feeble
light was necessary because the room was an inside one without windows.
Except for a barred transom over the door, there was no means of
ventilation.

Stan sat down on the cot to think. He had to get away and warn the
Eighth Air Force of the trap being baited for them. That matter was more
important than saving his own neck.

CHAPTER X

SPY

Stan lay on the cot for several hours, looking up at the dangling light
bulb. He had been able to think of no plan of escape that seemed likely
to succeed. But after careful thought he was convinced Colonel Glotz had
been merely showing off. Stan felt certain Glotz would have to wait for
orders from his superiors before he did anything. Those orders, however,
could come through very quickly.

His thoughts were disturbed by the rattling of the iron bar across the
outside of his door. The door creaked open and a man in civilian clothes
entered. Stan heard the shuffle of feet outside in the hall and knew
armed guards were waiting. The civilian was a slender man with a big
nose and a very small chin. He looked at Stan out of little eyes set
close together.

"Sorry to disturb your rest, Lieutenant Wilson." The man bowed stiffly.
"I am Domber." He said it as though Stan ought to know him once he had
mentioned his name.

Stan nodded and remained seated on his cot. Domber rubbed his hands
together and smiled.

"You will go with me," he said. "We will have a nice long talk."

Stan got to his feet. Domber stepped to the door. He frowned at the two
armed guards waiting for them.

"The military have odd ways. They always have guards about."

"They are funny that way," Stan agreed dryly.

They walked down the long hall and entered a small office. Its one wide
window looked out upon a tree-lined street. There were no bars on the
window and one of its side wings stood open. Stan saw people walking up
and down the street. An expanse of smooth turf lay between the window
and the sidewalk. Stan turned back to Domber, who had seated himself at
a desk.

The office had nothing military about it. There were no war maps on the
wall. The only picture was one of Hitler, hung back of the desk. There
was an addin