Sim went to the door and opened it. He looked up and down the hall, then closed the door.
“I was going to try it alone, but I may be able to take you fellows along.” He spoke slowly.
“Sure, three can make a getaway easier than one,” O’Malley said. Stan said nothing.
“Germany is cracking up fast,” Sim went on. “Rotten inside with half of the guards scared they’ll be stood up against a wall and shot when the invasion comes.”
“They didn’t seem to be slipping much where we landed,” Stan said.
“But they are,” Sim insisted. “I have a man fixed to take me out of here and across Germany. I’m to get him out of the country and guarantee he’ll be safely kept over in England.”
“Swell,” O’Malley put in. “When do we get going?”
“It will take a day or so. He’s no small fry either, he’s a non-commissioned officer with some authority. He thinks the Gestapo is about to pick him off for not being tough enough.”
“It sounds a bit too easy to me,” Stan said. “But I’d take any sort of chance to get back into action.”
“Tomorrow I’ll let you know if you can go along,” Sim promised. “Now you better hook that listening gadget up again.”