“How are you, Stan?” Milton said. He was clearly upset over what he had been listening to before Stan arrived.
“I am fine, thanks.”
Garret said nothing. He just leaned back with a sneer on his lips.
“You wished to speak to me, sir?”
“Sit down, Wilson.” Farrell straightened some papers on his desk, cleared his throat, then looked at the young flier. “Lieutenant Garret has laid your former record before me and Mr. Milton has confirmed it.” The Wing Commander paused and his eyes followed the lines of the report. He looked up and his eyes bored into Stan. “You were charged with selling plans of the Hendee Hawk to Nazi agents.” Stan knew he was supposed to answer.
“I was tried and acquitted.”
“That is true, but no American firm would hire you and the Army refused to allow you to enlist. Is that correct?”
“Yes, sir.”
The Wing Commander cleared his throat. “Have you anything to say for yourself that would clear up this angle?”
“I was the victim of Nazi agents who stole the plans. That was proved at the trial. Later, they cleverly planted rumors and suspicions about me so that no one wanted to have anything to do with me. In plain American, I was framed.” Stan spoke slowly, putting all the conviction he could into his words. He didn’t expect the O.C. to believe him any more than the American firms or the army officers to whom he had applied for entry into the service.