“We don’t want to be caught in any wine cellar,” Allison answered.
“We have to figure on fast work. The dirty work we’ve done here will be discovered within a few hours, then they’ll be after us,” Stan said.
“I know the house and I think I know the spot where prisoners will be held. The Germans always take the best rooms for themselves. I think they will hold my father in the servants quarters at the back of the house. I have even decided which room he will be given. There is one having no running water and very little light.”
“We’ll have a look there first,” Stan said. “If we park in the back we’ll be near to those rooms?”
“Yes,” Arno answered. “We can reach them through a narrow hallway without entering the main part of the house.”
“O.K., driver, move on.”
Arno started the car and they rolled down the road at a fast pace. Stan could not see the road but Arno knew every turn. They soon swung into a long driveway and headed toward a big stone gate with machine gunners at each side. Sentries armed with rifles paced back and forth across the opening.
“Here goes!” Stan snapped. “Try your German on the boys. If you flop, we start shooting our way in.”
Arno charged up in the best German manner of driving an official car. The heavy machine guns on each side of the gate converged on the car and one of the sentries bellowed an order.