"The Germans have him. He is a prisoner at Naples," Arno said in a worried voice.
"We'll take care of that. We're taking Naples very soon," Stan assured him.
"I'm afraid that may not help much. The Germans are in a fury over the action we have taken. They will take revenge not only upon Father, but upon the people of Naples and of every city they have occupied." Arno looked straight ahead into the night.
"We'll figure out something," Stan said grimly.
O'Malley came forward and sat back of Stan. Stan called over his shoulder.
"I am to deliver you fellows to Colonel Benson."
"Colonel Benson!" O'Malley yelped. "Sure an' that means we'll spend the rest o' the war in the guardhouse!"
"That's the safest place for you," Stan retorted.
Allison called forward over the intercommunication phone that the colonel sent his regards and that he had personally ordered O'Malley's pies and steak for him. O'Malley listened in. He began to grin.
"Sure, an' mebby the old brass hat has some feelin's after all."