“Toss it,” Stan said sharply as he saw Splinters’ arm muscles begin to tighten. “This bird will shoot.”
“You are right, Lieutenant Wilson. Now give me that roll of tape. It contains valuable data regarding the Eighth Air Force.” He stepped closer and Stan passed over the roll.
“You’ll never get out of camp with it,” Stan said softly. “I have tipped the boys off to your little game.”
“I will take it back to Germany,” Minter said. “But before I go I will see that you do not make more trouble for us. You are a very capable man, Lieutenant Wilson.”
“You flatter me,” Stan said smoothly. “But how are you going to get back to Germany?”
“Don’t try to stall for time. I have killed your pals, Allison and O’Malley, the idiotic Irishman. Now it is your turn. I shall break a container of Herr Domber’s gas in this room before I lock you in.”
“Is that the way you killed Allison and O’Malley?” Stan asked. A dangerous light had begun to flicker in his eyes.
“It is and I will go back to the hut where I left them. I have a radio there and will send a message. Two hours later I will be crossing the channel on a British patrol boat. You know we have captured a few.” Minter smiled. He could not help gloating over his victims.
“You Nazis have very nice habits,” Stan remarked.
“Yes, we are efficient.” Minter laughed. “This hut is made of corrugated iron, the floor is cement, the windows are steel with such small panes. You will die like rats!”