George nodded. “That’s it. There were three trucks. The first hit a mine. Does it say anything about any prisoners?”
“Prisoners would not be reported, Mr. Carey. Fortunately, however, you can ask.”
“Ask whom?”
“Phengaros.” The Colonel grinned. “He was captured in ’48. We have him under lock and key.”
“Still?”
“Oh, he was released under an amnesty, but he is back now. He is a Party member, Mr. Carey, and a dangerous one. A brave man, perhaps, and a good one for killing Germans, but such politicals do not change their ways. You are lucky he has not long ago been shot.”
“I was wondering why he wasn’t.”
“One could not shoot all of these rebels,” the Colonel said with a shrug. “We are not Germans or Russkis. Besides, your friends in Geneva would not have liked it.”
“Where can I see this man?”
“Here in Salonika. I shall have to speak to the commandant of the prison. Do you know your Consul here?”