“We could radio in a warning, but I think High Command might appreciate it if we took no chances. We’ll put in and rush you right to Eighth Air Force headquarters. That way the Germans won’t be able to learn anything.”
“The FW that got away will report I was blasted into the sea. Anyway, I have a personal score to settle with a Nazi who is passing himself off as a pal of mine.”
“Better get in touch with the big boys first,” the commander advised.
“I’ll take care of both jobs,” Stan promised.
CHAPTER XIII
SPY HUNT
The commander of the destroyer placed Stan in the hands of a British Intelligence Officer. Having had some experience with British methods of sending all reports through regulation channels before acting upon them, Stan merely requested that he be rushed to his headquarters at once.
“Certainly, old fellow,” the officer said. “But that will be a bit awkward, you know. Everything is upset and everybody is very busy. There’s a big show in the making. I’ll do my best. Should be able to deliver you there by morning.”
“Don’t bother, if that is as fast as you can get me there,” Stan said. “I’ll find a way out to my outfit.”
“No trouble at all, glad to help you. I’ll get you a room and you can get a nice sleep. Bright and early I’ll be around with a car.” The officer made it clear he was in a big hurry to be off.