n fixing it so that that particular piece of mechanism is always
smashed when a ship lands."

"I'm not an instrument man. I just fly planes," Stan said. "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.

"Don't get your hopes too high, I'm no expert," Stan said.

"When one is sure to be turned over to Colonel Glotz as a spy, one is
apt to be quite successful as a mechanic, what?" Domber beamed.

"If I don't make good on this I'm to be shot?" Stan looked Domber
squarely in the eye.

"I'm afraid so. It would be very painful to me, I can assure you. I do
not like to see men shot. 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 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. The guards got in
with the driver and the car pulled away. Stan noted looks of hate and
fear on the faces of the Dutch people in the street as they watched the
car slide past. He had a hunch Domber was known to these people; he also
had a hunch the plane maker was hated and feared by them. They stopped
outside a big house where four guards stood watch over the entrance. 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.

"Run along with Herman,