“They certainly will,” Stan agreed.
The two boys with Sim gladly moved out and Stan and O’Malley moved in. They found Sim silent and moody, as though he was brooding over his capture and captivity. Stan spoke to O’Malley about it out in the hall.
“Sim is in bad shape. He ought to be in the hospital. We’ll have to watch out for him.”
“He’ll be after comin’ around,” O’Malley said confidently.
They entered the room and found Sim staring out of a window. Again Stan was struck by the change in the boy. He seemed to have aged at least ten years. He turned toward them, then got up and closed the door. He walked over to a picture on the wall and moved it. Behind it he revealed a small hole in the paper. He placed his hands to his lips and shook his head.
Stan moved over and looked closely, then he pressed on the paper. There was a small cylinder under the paper. He grinned at Sim and O’Malley. Deftly he slit the paper with his fingernail and removed a strip of it, revealing a listening device. Taking out his pocketknife he neatly snipped one of the small wires.
“That will take care of that. Later we’ll hook it up again so they won’t be suspicious.”
“They listen to all new men everywhere,” Sim said. Suddenly he began to laugh. “But I have fooled them. I have worked out a way for us to escape.”
Stan stared at him. He was not sure Sim was not still insane.
O’Malley said eagerly, “Spill it. Escape is what I’m lookin’ for.”