“He made a better landing than I did. He was trying to bring me to when some Frenchies came running up and nabbed him. Decent fellow. The Frenchies treated him pretty rough. Put the screws to him, I guess.”
“See here,” Cowan leaned forward in his chair, “either tell all this story, or back you go to the hospital. You say the French questioned him?”
“French Intelligence did. Pretty game fellow, they said.”
“But he talked?”
“Had to. That was von Herzmann’s Circus.”
“We know that. Anything else?”
“Yes. He said they knew all about our plans, and were out gunning for us.”
Cowan’s face colored, but with confusion more than anger.
166“Anything else?” he asked crisply.
“Well–the Frogs found out something else, but,” he cast a quick, furtive glance at McGee and Larkin, “but I guess I’ve talked enough. Someone is talking too much, that’s certain.”