At last Lorenzo got to his feet. The others joined him. They all bowed.
“We leave you now but will see you at dinner tonight.”
After they had gone, O’Malley burst out, “You sure did get tricked by that ol’ brass hat.”
“I don’t think so,” Stan said.
“I say, old man, you better change your mind. If you don’t, I’ll wager you a dinner we see action before you do.” Allison was smiling.
“Sure, an’ you talk riddles,” O’Malley snorted.
“There’s only one place the general can put you for safekeeping right now. He’ll have to turn you over to the Germans. This part of the country has been taken over by the Nazi gang.” Allison spoke slowly. “The general hates the Nazis. Figure it out for yourself.”
“An’ suppose he pops up with a regiment o’ soldiers to take you to a camp about five minutes before our parole is up?” O’Malley asked.
“He could do that anyway,” Stan answered. “We’ve waited a month. A few more days won’t kill us. I have a feeling Allison is right.”
“The Italians have thrown Mussolini out, perhaps they will start throwing the Germans out,” Allison said.