Further talk was halted. The hinges of the door creaked dismally. Four men entered and turned on the small light over the row of old wine barrels. They talked and had a few drinks before filling the pitchers they carried. There was much laughing and joking. When they had gone, Allison translated their conversation.
“We finally have some information,” he said. “The Germans blame the Italian peasants for our disappearance. They are sure the peasants spirited us away and they are taking reprisals.”
“That is like them,” General Bolero said sadly.
“And here is the big news. The Germans figure we have escaped and will reach the British lines in the south. They expect a bombing raid upon this spot, similar to the one on the Bolero villa. So tonight they will evacuate under cover of darkness and they will put this place, wine cellar and all, to the torch before they go.” Allison laughed.
“When are they going?” Stan asked.
“They plan to get out as soon as darkness comes to cover their movements from our air force, which seems to have taken over the sky. As soon as they have evacuated they will destroy the place. I gather the high command has ordered that every place evacuated is to be destroyed in revenge for Italy’s quitting the war.”
“So. We have to get out of here by dark,” General Bolero said. “And that we will do.”
“I hope so,” Stan said.
“We will evacuate with the Germans,” the general said. “That is our only chance.”
“Right-o,” Allison agreed.