Stan jumped in spite of himself. The colonel knew his name. That was bad. He said nothing, knowing the colonel would explain more in detail.
“You American swine are such fools, so easy for the German mastermind to handle. But you are the prize dummer of all. We gave you a chance to escape along with your friend Lieutenant O’Malley, and you had to get caught in spite of us.” He leaned back and laughed loudly.
“Sim Jones was a spy?” Stan shot the question at the colonel.
“Sim Jones is no spy, but Herr Egbert Minter is a spy and a very clever one. He fooled you men into thinking he was Jones. You were trapped by a very clever actor, Lieutenant.” The colonel patted his stomach and smiled broadly. “I have been given a complete file upon the case along with orders to put you out of the way.”
“Why should you let us escape?” Stan asked.
“As you will not live to tell about it, I may as well enlighten you.” The colonel fairly beamed. “When Herr Minter and the redheaded lieutenant reach England, as they will, Minter will send us information as to a big raid we are sure you are planning. After Lieutenant O’Malley and Herr Minter tell your High Command how near collapse Germany is, they will make the raid with everything they have to knock us out of the war.” The colonel bent forward. “We were careful to stage many little scenes for your benefit. I am sorry only that this O’Malley person is to get through to tell how weakened Germany is within her own borders. You would have served much better.”
Stan stared at the German and his teeth clamped shut hard. “A very clever set of tricks, Colonel,” he said coldly. “But they won’t get you any place. Minter won’t be able to get a message out in time.”
“We already have the radio equipment where he can use it. We have made a careful study of the habits of Lieutenant Jones. You see he was knocked a bit out of his head and talked a great deal about his home and about his career in the service while he was in the hospital.” The colonel leaned back. “I, Colonel Glotz, had no small part in this and will earn an advancement. Heil Hitler!” He snapped the words out sharply.
“And you intend to shoot me?” Stan said.
“Perhaps, unless you can give us some information regarding this new fighter craft you were flying.”