“Come now. You led us a hot chase but you won’t get away again.”
“Colonel Holt will vouch for me,” Stan said.
“What was the last password we used here?” the guard asked. “The one in use when you left.”
Stan grinned and stepped forward. “Port wing,” he said.
The two guards stared hard at him. “He has it,” one of them said. The other turned to the British officials. “We’ll take him to Colonel Holt. You can come along. If he’s a phony you can have him.”
“Now you’re talking sense,” Stan said.
The guard made a call and two soldiers appeared. One of the British officials went along, but it was clear they had begun to believe Stan. The guards took Stan straight to the administration building. Stan and the secret-service man were led to a small room off the operations room. Within five minutes Colonel Holt appeared.
“Wilson!” he almost shouted. “Where in heck did you come from?”
“I came in just one jump ahead of Scotland Yard,” Stan answered and grinned at the Britisher.
“Guess I’ll be running along. Sorry we took you for a Jerry,” the man said.