Five more minutes passed and the orderly came out. He seemed much agitated.
“You will come now,” he said in husky English.
The boys followed him into the office. Herr General was a burly fellow with a bald head and a narrow chest. He had a monocle screwed into one eye which made him look fierce and tough. He glared at the boys, then snapped an order to the orderly. The man scurried away.
“Come up to my desk, you,” the general snarled.
The boys moved up and stood waiting.
“I have checked the answers you gave to questions asked you when you were captured. You said an invasion will come at once. Why did you say that?”
Stan stared at the officer. “We didn’t say any such thing,” he answered evenly. He decided that the general had heard some of their conversation over the listening device.
“Sure, an’ you got big ears, General,” O’Malley said.
Stan kicked him on the shin. The general jumped and puffed out his chest. He fixed O’Malley with a cold glare.
“Pig! Fool! Keep a civil tongue in your head or you will regret it much.”