hut. Splinters leaped to his
feet when Stan opened the door. He had a service automatic in his hand
and the light of battle in his eyes.

"Oh, it's you," he said and seemed disappointed.

"Who were you expecting?" Stan asked.

"O'Malley left me here to grab Sim Jones when he comes in," Splinters
explained. He grinned broadly. "You sure started a little war around
this hut."

"Where's Allison and O'Malley?" Stan asked as he began getting out of
his civilian clothes and into a uniform.

"They tore out of here like wild men. I'd hate to be Sim Jones if
O'Malley locates him. We've all been wondering about that bird. He has
acted half cracked since he got back."

"He isn't Sim Jones, he's Egbert Minter, a German spy," Stan explained.
"And we have to grab him."

"O'Malley seemed to have a clue," Splinters said. "Bugs Monahan went
with him and Allison."

"That Sim's locker?" Stan asked.

"Yes."

Stan walked over to the locker and opened it. Inside hung one of Sim
Jones' uniforms and a few other things. Stan examined the uniform, then
turned to the toilet kit. There was nothing there. He opened the
first-aid kit. It contained sulfa pills, powder for dusting, and other
medicines. Stan picked a roll of bandage out of the kit and looked at it
intently. The bandage was packaged to keep it sterile. Suddenly Stan
ripped open the package and unrolled a strip of the bandage. It came
away freely because there were only a couple of yards of it. Under the
bandage was a roll of adding machine tape. Stan whistled softly and
Splinters crowded close to look.

The tape was covered with figures and fine, even German writing.

"Can you read Kraut?" Splinters asked.

"No," Stan said softly. "But our Intelligence Department can."

At that moment the door banged open. The boys turned and found
themselves staring into the muzzle of a service revolver. Above the
barrel glinted the eyes of Egbert Minter.

"Toss that gun on the floor," he snarled.

"Toss it," Stan said sharply as he saw Splinters' arm muscles begin to
tighten. "This bird will shoot."

"You are right, Lieutenant Wilson. Now give me that roll of tape. It
contains valuable data regarding the Eighth Air Force." He stepped
closer and Stan passed over the roll.

"You'll never get out of camp with it," Stan said softly. "I have tipped
the boys off to your little game."

"I will take it back to Germany," Minter said. "But before I go I will
see that you do not make mo