"You may as well sit down," the lieutenant said.
"You almost talk United States," Stan observed.
"I should. I spent ten years in Pittsburgh," the lieutenant explained.
"How did you come to get over here in Germany?" Stan asked.
"During those years I was working for the greater Germany," the officer answered stiffly. "Heil Hitler." He did an about-face as precisely as though he had been on parade before Hitler and marched out of the room.
"Don't tell them anything," Stan said.
"Sure, an' the Gestapo has my life history written down anyway," O'Malley said. "I think we're in Berlin and I'd be after likin' it if I could get loose."
"We'll be watched very close at first. We'll have to wait," Stan warned.
Two officers, a major and a colonel, accompanied by the young lieutenant, entered. The ranking officers seated themselves at the table; the lieutenant stood before Stan and O'Malley.
"You are a part of the Eighth Air Force?" he asked.