the way.

"Get a guard and take me to headquarters," Stan snapped.

"We turn all civilians over to the local police," one of the guards
said. He grinned at Stan. "Looks like they were right on the job, too."

"They think I'm a spy, but I'm an Eighth Air Force officer and I have
important information for Colonel Holt, my commander." Stan spoke
sternly.

The British officers closed in. Their leader said:

"Come now. You led us a hot chase but you won't get away again."

"Colonel Holt will vouch for me," Stan said.

"What was the last password we used here?" the guard asked. "The one in
use when you left."

Stan grinned and stepped forward. "Port wing," he said.

The two guards stared hard at him. "He has it," one of them said. The
other turned to the British officials. "We'll take him to Colonel Holt.
You can come along. If he's a phony you can have him."

"Now you're talking sense," Stan said.

The guard made a call and two soldiers appeared. One of the British
officials went along, but it was clear they had begun to believe Stan.
The guards took Stan straight to the administration building. Stan and
the secret-service man were led to a small room off the operations room.
Within five minutes Colonel Holt appeared.

"Wilson!" he almost shouted. "Where in heck did you come from?"

"I came in just one jump ahead of Scotland Yard," Stan answered and
grinned at the Britisher.

"Guess I'll be running along. Sorry we took you for a Jerry," the man
said.

"You did a fine job. Stick around. We may be able to grab one of the men
you are looking for," Stan said.

"You got out of Germany?" Colonel Holt asked. "The Germans seem to be
getting slack about prisoners lately. O'Malley and Jones got back a few
days ago."

"O'Malley got back but not Jones. The Jones who got here is a spy. I'll
give you the story briefly."

Stan outlined the whole scheme. When he had finished, Colonel Holt
rushed him in to the officers meeting where the final touches were
being made on plans for the big raid. Stan had an audience composed of
generals and other high-ranking officials for the next fifteen minutes.
Then phones began to buzz. The R.A.F. was notified to hold up. Stan soon
found himself out of the meeting. He headed for his barracks. Officers
had been sent to round up Egbert Minter, but Stan had a hunch he might
be able to locate the phony Sim Jones before the officers found him.

Stan found Splinters Wright in the Nissen