Runkle found his man within five minutes, detached him from the other prisoners, and led him to the chart-room. Darrin tried his own German on the fellow, asking:
"Your craft had just arrived from the base port?"
The man stared, then slowly nodded.
"How many mines did you have on board when you left the base port?"
"Thirty, I heard."
"You planted some on the way?"
"A few, so I heard."
"Most of the mines you were to deliver here tonight?"
"Yes."
"How many trips a week has your craft been making between here and the base port?"