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Updated: June 26, 2025
"You may talk freely to Swen," Domber said. "He is a tested party man, but he does not like killing, so he is a mechanic. I have to watch him to keep the generals from stealing him and sending him off to Russia to fight." Domber laughed, but Stan saw fear come into the boy's eyes. "Anyone else speak English in the shop?" he asked. "I might want another man." "No others," Domber said.
"Certainly," Stan said and laughed. He might as well live high while he could live. As they went out to enter Domber's car, Stan asked, "Why do you go to all of this fuss? I can't understand you Germans. There was a lot of fuss in planning to let us escape. Now you are putting on a big show for me. You could get results without it." "We have much humor," Domber said.
The poison story had been a gag to make him think he had outwitted Domber. He climbed out of the cockpit and walked over to Hans. "We'll hit her again," he said. Turning back he noted that several of the mechanics had moved in close. A quick glance showed bulges under their coveralls which looked a lot like army pistols or automatics. The water boy moved toward Stan.
"But I have had general instructions on the new dual supercharger." Stan spoke slowly. "You might, perhaps, be able to suggest repairs for one that is partly destroyed?" Domber asked eagerly. "I have patched together some badly hashed ships," Stan answered. Domber rubbed his hands together. "I think we shall have a very pleasant time working upon a P-51," he said.
Stan smiled as he thought of the appearance they made. Domber was dressed in a natty suit. He wore spats and carried a small cane, which his secretary handed him as he walked out. There was a red feather in the bow on his snap brim felt hat. Stan was dressed in a wrinkled and soiled outfit that was streaked with mud. They walked out of the building and entered a big car.
This time no uniformed guards went along. There was just the driver, Domber, and Stan. Stan was beginning to get the idea that the Dutch Quisling disliked the military. But he was not fooled into thinking Domber did not have his own henchmen. The driver of the car was a powerful fellow with beetled brows and scowling face.
It probably was a fire hazard measure, but it also was one reason why Domber was so willing to let Stan get into the cockpit. The other reason Stan soon discovered. Looking out, he saw on each side of the opening to the runway, batteries of aircraft cannon. Those guns could lay a concentrated cross fire over the runway so deadly that any plane would be blown to bits in a minute.
But we won't think of that. We'll have lunch and then we'll get at the job." He turned and spoke to his secretary in German, then shot a glance at Stan. "He wants to see if I understand German," Stan thought. He did not show any interest and Domber smiled broadly. "We will go out to lunch now," he said. Outside the door the two guards fell in behind them.
Stan was startled by what he saw. There was a sunken runway leading into an underground hangar. Domber beamed. "Not a bomb ever falls here. Above our shops there is a church and a schoolhouse. We do much valuable research here and cannot afford to be disturbed." Stan looked along the runway.
Stan leaned back and waited. "I went to considerable trouble to get this chance to talk with you. The colonel is a bloody old coot. All he thinks of is shooting people. I have other interests besides killing men. My hobby is planes." Domber bent forward. Stan was instantly on the alert.
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