"I heard one of those Italian prisoners say he demanded to see General Bolero. The officer told him Bolero was in Colonel Kittle's office. I thought there might be a slim chance if I could get to the general, so I pretended to be ready to turn traitor." Allison chuckled. "You should have seen the general," he lowered his voice, "when I told him we were to be shot as spies."
"He's a good egg, but for how long did you give our parole?" Stan asked. He was worried because a military parole is something a soldier does not break.
"Thirty days," Allison replied. "It was the best deal I could make."
"Thirty days!" Stan repeated. "Italy will be captured by that time and we'll miss the show."
Allison grinned. "You know, I got the idea the general figured Italy would be out of the war by then."
"'Tis the first time I iver promised to stay in jail," O'Malley said sadly. "But after lookin' down the barrels o' them Nazi rifles, I'm not kickin' on the bargain."
"Yes, we'd have missed all of the show if Allison hadn't outsmarted that Gestapo officer," Stan agreed.