“Tonight?” Tony asked.
“No, not tonight,” was the reply. “Before anything else is done we’ve got to get your radio set. We’re not far from that hill now, are we?”
“No, it’s just ahead,” Tony said. “We’ll head a bit to the left here.”
They changed their direction, crawled over another wall, skirted around another house where a barking dog was too curious about them. Then they found themselves on a narrow street with a few small houses on both sides. In one of them a lamp was burning, but the others were dark. It was silent on the street, but Dick and Tony heard the sound of trucks and cars from the center of town ahead of them.
They came to a corner where another street crossed the one they were on. Tony touched Dick’s arm, and they took a right turn. There were a few more houses, then they stopped. The road began to ascend a hill, and then it ended, becoming nothing but a wide path. Tony stopped Dick.
“See, there to the left,” he pointed out. “The villa.”
Dick looked and saw a huge dark mass. At the front of it there were many lights, and he could see cars standing before the door.
“It seems to be a busy place,” he said.
“Yes, it does,” Tony agreed. “The Germans must be using it for something.”
“Think we’d better try to get there?” Dick wondered.