“In that case we will have the tanks connected and filled with gasoline.” Domber smiled broadly.
“That will save time, and I understand that’s what you are interested in,” Stan said.
“Time, yes, we have to work fast.”
Stan grinned. He knew that Herman Goering’s Air Ministry was wild with fear and grasping at every straw of help they could get for their fighter planes. They had to have something that would stop the Fortresses and Liberators, or their cities would be destroyed, and they had to have it quick.
“Haven’t you ever thought that I might sabotage this job?” he asked.
“I think not,” Domber said. “I am a student of the human mind. When I have studied a man I know just about what he will do. I know you do not wish to be turned over to the Gestapo and given the treatment they use to get information.”
“No, I guess I’m not that much of a hero,” Stan said.
CHAPTER XII
ZERO HOUR
As Stan worked on the supercharger he went over his plans carefully. With everything about ready to make tests, he was beginning to wonder if the story Swen had told him was not just the wild fancy of a scared kid. He even thought of the possibility that Swen had been planted to get him off on the wrong track. There had been so many crazy things happening that he could not afford to overlook any angle.