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Updated: June 26, 2025
The guards saluted as Domber got out. He puffed up like a pouter pigeon and shouted: "Heil Hitler!" They walked up the steps and entered the house. A man met them in the vestibule. He took Domber's hat and cane and stared at Stan. "See that Lieutenant Wilson is furnished a complete outfit of clothing. Show him to the east room." Domber spoke in English. "Yes, Herr Domber," the man said and bowed.
"We will have lunch at a café downtown today," Herr Domber said without the flicker of an eye. "I have a special café in mind where the sea food is excellent and the wine very choice." "That will be fine," Stan said and grinned as he hoisted himself up into the ship. He lay inside the fuselage and looked at the supercharger. There was one valve which he had not fitted.
If he could interest Domber without giving away any secrets, he might be given a chance to escape. "You were flying a P-51, a Mustang, the British call it." "Yes." "This ship has some very interesting equipment on it, some typically American improvements." "Just what features do you mean?" Stan asked. "I operate a plane factory. We have been experimenting with a supercharger.
Nobody but Herr Domber, Stan decided, would have thought up such a crazy method of saving a few days time, and of making away with a prisoner of war. If he was called to face charges after the war, he could claim Stan Wilson had turned traitor to his country and disclosed secrets before meeting an accidental death. Stan looked at the machine on the bench.
Stan was fascinated by the plants and animals Domber kept there. Domber laughed softly. "I experiment much," he said. Then he added, "I have done much with poison gas as well as with rare drugs." "You plan to use poison gas?" Stan asked. "If our plans work out well, yes," Domber said frankly.
As soon as they pulled away from the curb, another car slipped in behind them and never left them until they parked outside a walled enclosure. They were getting out of the car when a German military machine roared up and stopped. Two officers got out and moved stiffly toward the spot where Stan and Domber stood. "Heil Hitler," Domber said. Then he opened up with an angry flow of German.
Stan climbed down out of the cockpit. He faced Herr Domber. "Just what was it you wanted me to do?" He had to stall for time, more time. "You will assemble and repair the supercharger on that plane. Every tool you need will be at hand, and if you need an assistant I will furnish you one who speaks English." Herr Domber was smiling as he spoke. "That's a big order," Stan said.
Stan was surprised at the things Domber revealed in a casual way. He gave a very good description of the new secret rocket which was doing so much damage to the Forts and Libs, even telling Stan how it was handled. Once in a while he would ask a question. Each time Stan matched wits against the traitor to keep from telling him anything important.
Stan worked on the supercharger all that afternoon and convinced himself that he could fit it together and make it work. Toward evening Herr Domber came back. He halted beside the bench and looked at the machinery there. "You have had some success?" "I don't know," Stan said innocently. "I'll have to try it out on the ship." "Certainly," Domber agreed. "Of course.
"It may take even longer," Stan said. "This is a delicate bit of machinery and I am not too familiar with it. I have only had a general course in its construction." "In that case we will have the tanks connected and filled with gasoline." Domber smiled broadly. "That will save time, and I understand that's what you are interested in," Stan said. "Time, yes, we have to work fast." Stan grinned.
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