“I’m Stan Wilson,” Stan said. “I may do that soon.”
He walked up the road and headed out toward the flying field. A sentry challenged him, and he advanced to be recognized and to give the countersign. After he had done so, he asked:
“Many of the boys go out tonight?”
“No go out. Only two.” The Chinese sentry smiled broadly.
“Two besides me?” Stan asked.
“You and one who cooks. He is my friend.” The sentry’s white teeth flashed.
Stan laughed and walked on toward the barracks. He found O’Malley and Allison sleeping soundly. Slipping out of his trousers, he lay down.
Suddenly the sentry’s words, “You and one who cooks,” flashed through his mind. He was puzzled. It was very strange. He was positive that Nick Munson was in the automobile he had seen leaving the parking lot. Why was Munson so secretive about his movements? Stan decided to do some sleuthing, perhaps.... Within a few minutes he was fast asleep.
The next morning the three fliers were called to Commander Fuller’s office. Stan led the way with O’Malley trailing. Fuller looked them over with a critical eye.
“I have a job for you fellows,” he said crisply.