“Tomorrow afternoon,” Stan said.
“If you worked tonight you could try it out in the morning?” Domber suggested with a leer.
“Yes, I guess so,” Stan said.
“Fine. I know you won’t mind working tonight.”
“Of course not,” Stan said and felt an itch to lay his fist against Herr Domber’s receding chin.
“You will honor me by having dinner with me tonight?”
“Certainly,” Stan said and laughed. He might as well live high while he could live.
As they went out to enter Domber’s car, Stan asked, “Why do you go to all of this fuss? I can’t understand you Germans. There was a lot of fuss in planning to let us escape. Now you are putting on a big show for me. You could get results without it.”
“We have much humor,” Domber said. “I have my own little jokes and enjoy them.” He smiled at Stan.
Stan thought about the R.A.F. flier who had been poisoned after he revealed what Domber wanted to know. He decided Herr Domber was a bit of a maniac as well as an enemy and a traitor to Holland.