Stan asked.

"At the door," Allison answered.

The voice of one of the men lifted as he shouted an order. "He's calling
in a squad of armed men from the gate," Allison said.

"It seems we are trapped," Arno said grimly.

"Can we go out the front way?" Stan snapped, turning to Tony.

"Yes. There is a side door and a front door. But we can't get back to
our car because of the walls around the back plaza."

"Our tommy-guns and grenades are in the car," Allison said.

"We'll have to chance it and move fast. Lead off." Stan reached for the
doorknob. Opening the door a little way he looked out. The five officers
were standing in the doorway down the hall looking out into the night.

Stan stepped out, whipping his Colt from its holster as he went. "Down
the hall!" he hissed. "Lead them, Tony. I'll cover your retreat."

The raiders and the general moved out and started down the hall. They
had taken only a few steps, when one of the officers at the door turned
around. He let out a startled shout. The others whirled. Stan covered
them with his Colt. The distance was a full thirty feet, good shooting
range for the forty-five.

"Get your hands up!" Stan snapped. The bore of his gun wavered over the
stomachs of the officers and came to rest on a spot between the eyes of
the colonel.

Amazement showed on the faces of the Germans, then hatred and fury.

"Fools!" the colonel grated. "You will all be shot as soon as the alarm
is sounded."

Stan was moving backward. He grinned at the colonel and made a good
bluff. His free hand slid into the pocket of his coat. "Perhaps," he
said loudly. "But I have a grenade here, an American-made grenade. You
know how much damage they do. I'm going to toss it right where you are
standing just as soon as I get to the corner."

He knew at once that he had scored a hit. The Germans knew that tossing
a grenade in just that manner was the way Rangers and Commandos worked.
Three of the men, those in the doorway, dived out into the night where
they began shouting. The colonel and one other officer edged toward the
door. Stan reached the corner and made a motion to jerk his hand out of
his pocket. The two Germans dived for the door.

"Whirling, Stan raced down the hall. He was passing a door when a hand
reached out and jerked him into a dark room or hall, he could not tell
which. Allison's voice hissed:

"Inside, we're going up on the roof." Stan heard the door slam and all
was dark. "Tony k