They climbed back down the ladder slowly, into the warm cellar. Klaus bolted the lid behind them. Tasso waited for them, her face expressionless.
“Any luck?” she asked.
Neither of them answered. “Well?” Klaus said at last. “What do you think, Major? Was it your officer, or was it one of them?”
“I don’t know.”
“Then we’re just where we were before.”
Hendricks stared down at the floor, his jaw set. “We’ll have to go. To be sure.”
“Anyhow, we have food here for only a few weeks. We’d have to go up after that, in any case.”
“Apparently so.”
“What’s wrong?” Tasso demanded. “Did you get across to your bunker? What’s the matter?”
“It may have been one of my men,” Hendricks said slowly. “Or it may have been one of them. But we’ll never know standing here.” He examined his watch. “Let’s turn in and get some sleep. We want to be up early tomorrow.”