Stan and O'Malley turned toward the door. Two armed men stood waiting for them. They marched out with the guards close behind them.
"Sure, an' this is a nice mess," O'Malley grumbled.
"Could be worse," Stan said.
The guards left them after passing them into the yard of their house. They headed for their room. Passing through the outer hall, they saw that the lecture was still going on in the living room. They went up the stairs.
Stan opened the door and O'Malley shoved into the room close behind him. They stood looking at Sim's bunk. The straw ticking of the mattress had been slit open and some of the straw was scattered on the floor. Sim was not in the room. Stan walked over to a little table. One small light bulb was flooding the room with light.
"He was here and left in a hurry. He didn't turn off the light."
"I'm gettin' out o' here," O'Malley growled.
"Sit down. We're staying," Stan said sharply. He pulled off his coat and tossed it across his bunk, then he seated himself on the foot of his bed.
"We're going to get it in the neck, anyway," O'Malley scowled.
"Do you know where we are, in what part of Germany?"