“You did a fine job. Stick around. We may be able to grab one of the men you are looking for,” Stan said.
“You got out of Germany?” Colonel Holt asked. “The Germans seem to be getting slack about prisoners lately. O’Malley and Jones got back a few days ago.”
“O’Malley got back but not Jones. The Jones who got here is a spy. I’ll give you the story briefly.”
Stan outlined the whole scheme. When he had finished, Colonel Holt rushed him in to the officers meeting where the final touches were being made on plans for the big raid. Stan had an audience composed of generals and other high-ranking officials for the next fifteen minutes. Then phones began to buzz. The R.A.F. was notified to hold up. Stan soon found himself out of the meeting. He headed for his barracks. Officers had been sent to round up Egbert Minter, but Stan had a hunch he might be able to locate the phony Sim Jones before the officers found him.
Stan found Splinters Wright in the Nissen hut. Splinters leaped to his feet when Stan opened the door. He had a service automatic in his hand and the light of battle in his eyes.
“Oh, it’s you,” he said and seemed disappointed.
“Who were you expecting?” Stan asked.
“O’Malley left me here to grab Sim Jones when he comes in,” Splinters explained. He grinned broadly. “You sure started a little war around this hut.”
“Where’s Allison and O’Malley?” Stan asked as he began getting out of his civilian clothes and into a uniform.
“They tore out of here like wild men. I’d hate to be Sim Jones if O’Malley locates him. We’ve all been wondering about that bird. He has acted half cracked since he got back.”