“I don’t know,” whispered Dubra. “The Gerka doesn’t work that way. Each of us is assigned a specific task to carry out independent of anyone else.”
“Then you don’t know who flew that gray monoplane over here this afternoon?” asked Andy.
“I didn’t know a monoplane came over.”
“Don’t lie,” said Timms. “If you didn’t hear the noise you certainly heard the announcement over the radio just a few minutes ago. Did you expect someone to make a long-distance flight from Rubania for the purpose of destroying the Goliath?”
“I didn’t expect anyone,” replied Dubra.
“But someone else was to carry out the attack on the Goliath?” persisted Timms.
“Yes,” whispered Dubra.
“That’s enough for the present,” said Timms. “Let’s go, boys.”
“You promised Dubra some pretty rough treatment if he wouldn’t talk,” said Bert when they left the hospital.
“It was bluff, pure and simple,” smiled Timms, “but he’s in a precarious situation and is smart enough to realize that his case will be handled by a court-martial. He’s between two fires. If he talks too much his own organization, the Gerka, will revenge themselves on him. If he refuses to talk to us, his penalty will be doubly severe.”