“He isn’t Sim Jones, he’s Egbert Minter, a German spy,” Stan explained. “And we have to grab him.”
“O’Malley seemed to have a clue,” Splinters said. “Bugs Monahan went with him and Allison.”
“That Sim’s locker?” Stan asked.
“Yes.”
Stan walked over to the locker and opened it. Inside hung one of Sim Jones’ uniforms and a few other things. Stan examined the uniform, then turned to the toilet kit. There was nothing there. He opened the first-aid kit. It contained sulfa pills, powder for dusting, and other medicines. Stan picked a roll of bandage out of the kit and looked at it intently. The bandage was packaged to keep it sterile. Suddenly Stan ripped open the package and unrolled a strip of the bandage. It came away freely because there were only a couple of yards of it. Under the bandage was a roll of adding machine tape. Stan whistled softly and Splinters crowded close to look.
The tape was covered with figures and fine, even German writing.
“Can you read Kraut?” Splinters asked.
“No,” Stan said softly. “But our Intelligence Department can.”
At that moment the door banged open. The boys turned and found themselves staring into the muzzle of a service revolver. Above the barrel glinted the eyes of Egbert Minter.
“Toss that gun on the floor,” he snarled.