ir, puffing on a cigar.

"Have a pleasant stroll in the garden?" he asked.

"You certainly requisitioned a nice place for yourself," Stan remarked.

"Oh, I have owned this for years," Domber said. "This is my home."

That accounted for the hated looks the people on the street had given
Domber as he passed. He was a Dutch Quisling, a traitor to his own
country. Domber seemed to read Stan's thoughts.

"I always have been credited with having brains enough to take care of
my business and my own comforts," he said dryly. Then he smiled. "But
sit down. We will see what we have for luncheon."

The common people of Germany might be eating poorly and tightening their
belts, but Herr Domber's table gave no hint of lack of supplies. There
was real coffee, strong and black, fruit, fish, fresh vegetables and a
roast squab for each diner. Stan put aside all unpleasant thoughts and
ate heartily.

While they ate, Herr Domber kept up a steady conversation. He talked
about fighter planes. Stan was surprised at the things Domber revealed
in a casual way. He gave a very good description of the new secret
rocket which was doing so much damage to the Forts and Libs, even
telling Stan how it was handled. Once in a while he would ask a
question. Each time Stan matched wits against the traitor to keep from
telling him anything important.

After a while Stan was convinced Domber was so sure he would never live
to repeat what he had heard that he felt no need to be careful about
what he told the Yank.

"I have had many guests, Dutch, Norwegian, British and now an American."
Domber beamed. "I have enjoyed each of them, and I am sure they never
complained of my hospitality."

Back of the genial manner Stan felt the cold threat of death lurking in
the way the traitor looked at him. Domber was very sure of himself and
of his power. Stan resolved that he was going to be one guest who fooled
the Dutch Quisling.

After dinner Domber showed Stan his collection of war trophies and his
laboratory and workshop. The laboratory was far more elaborate than the
workshop. Stan was fascinated by the plants and animals Domber kept
there. Domber laughed softly.

"I experiment much," he said. Then he added, "I have done much with
poison gas as well as with rare drugs."

"You plan to use poison gas?" Stan asked.

"If our plans work out well, yes," Domber said frankly. "If Minter's
work is well done and we are able to smash a large part of the Britis