Fevered Mind

Part 1

He jumped last, as he always did, standing beside the open door, buffeted by the harsh wind, watching as each of the 'chutes spread its white gossamer. But this time Chief's static line did not open his parachute, and Garrison waited a precious few seconds to be sure the Indian was able to open his chute manually, mentally bracing himself to begin the freefall that would be needed to attempt a diving rescue. Then the fourth parachute blossomed below, and, relieved, Garrison jumped.

But this delay in leaving the airplane put his landing a distance from the other men. A distance that brought him closer to the small unit of Wehrmacht soldiers who had been alerted by the sound of the single airplane's engines. Craig worked feverishly to gather his chute and hide it. Unfortunately, the Jerries were onto him before he could finish. He did the only thing he could do and that was dive into the woods, but he was not fast enough to avoid the bullet that ripped through the muscular outside of his right thigh. Right hand clutching his bleeding thigh, gun in his left hand, Garrison plunged deeper into the woods trying to find a place to hide. Limping badly, he began a zigzag course, pausing for brief seconds to listen for sounds of pursuit. The Germans seemed to be moving at a slower pace, spread out, probably trying to flush him out. It was as he leaned his right shoulder against a tree to take the weight off his injured leg, that a hand clamped on his gun hand and another came from behind to cover his mouth.

"Warden!" was hissed into his ear.

Garrison relaxed immediately and the hands were removed.

"You hurt?" It was actually more of a whispered statement than a question.

Craig nodded, tucking the gun awkwardly back into the left shoulder holster. Chief grasped Garrison's right wrist and ducked his head under the officer's arm, taking as much of the man's weight as he could and guiding him on an angle away from the searching soldiers. They traveled for a couple hundred yards before meeting up with the other men.

"Warden caught one," said the Indian in a low voice.

Garrison was propped against a tree and eased down to sit against it. The large frame of Actor squatted down beside him.

"Bullet still in there?" asked the group's medical expert.

"No," said Garrison, trying to catch his breath and wondering why that was so difficult.

Actor could not assess the wound because he dared not use a light. He felt the sticky wet pants leg and heard the sharp intake of breath when his carefully probing fingers came close to the still bleeding hole. Actor held up a hand without looking and snapped his fingers. Casino's neckerchief was lightly slapped in his open palm. He carefully eased a corner under the Lieutenant's leg and secured it tightly over the wound, drawing another sharp intake of breath from the man.

"The car from the Resistance is not far from here," advised Actor quietly. "We need to get out of here before the Germans get this far. Can you make it?"

"Sure," said Garrison with a confidence he wasn't that sure of.

Actor flowed to his feet and reached an arm down to grasp the Lieutenant's as Casino stepped forward and did the same from the other side. Together they brought the officer up to stand on his good leg. Casino pulled Craig's left arm around his neck, while Goniff jumped in to take his right side. Chief took the point with the three in the middle and Actor covering the rear.

Not far seemed like miles to the young officer. He wondered why he felt so lousy. He had been shot a number of times before. He shouldn't be feeling this dizzy, or hot and cold. Though the wound was more than a scratch, Garrison did not think he had lost that much blood. Finally they reached the sedan that had been hidden in the woods by the Resistance. Garrison was bundled into the back with Casino on one side and Goniff on the other. Chief drove and Actor took the other front seat. Chief had been briefed well before the mission so he knew where he was driving to. This allowed Garrison to relax, or try to, in the back.

"Warden?" asked Actor calmly. "How are you doing?"

"Fine," was Craig's terse reply.

Casino gave a short cynical laugh beside him. "He could be half dead and he'd say he was fine."

Goniff wiggled as best he could away from Garrison's right leg. "Got enough room there, Warden?" he asked.

"It's fine, Goniff,' said Craig brusquely.

He wished they would just leave him be. The tell-tale headache was starting and Garrison realized with frustration that he was starting one of his fevers again. Well, he'd worked through them before. He would just work through this one too. Wonderful, his head was throbbing in time with his leg.

Reaching the house well off the main road, the teamwork of the men was becoming so fine-tuned they needed no instructions from Garrison. Chief took first watch. Casino and Goniff helped get the Lieutenant into the house and stretched out on the single bed; the safecracker made sure the windows were all completely covered before lighting a lamp, and the pickpocket got the aid kit out for Actor.

The confidence man pulled a small side table close to the bed and lit the kerosene lamp that was on it. He set a chair next to Garrison's leg and opened the aid kit on the table beside the lamp. Craig tried to remain propped on his elbows so he could see the wound and watch Actor, but the light from the lamp was bothering his eyes and he was dizzy again, so he lay back down, not catching the flash of concerned look he received from Actor.

The Italian took a switchblade from his pocket and opened it.

"Getting to like that thing?" asked Craig tightly, trying to sound as though nothing was wrong.

"It has its uses," replied the con man steadily.

The pants leg was pretty much ruined, so Actor slit it from the bottom up to uncover the wound. He untied the bloody neckerchief, revealing the bullet wound. It was a through and through, still bleeding, but not as heavily and not arterial. It seemed to have missed bone. He set about cleaning around the entrance and exit wounds with a cloth and water from the basin brought by Goniff.

Casino came over and took a look, giving a whistle of appreciation. "Nice one, Warden. That'll scrub the mission. Let's go home."
"Good idea!" chimed in Goniff immediately.

"We are not scrubbing the mission," said Garrison forcefully, with a glare at the safecracker.

"Warden . . ." Actor started to protest.

"It's not up for debate. We are not aborting!" insisted Garrison, turning his glare to his second.

Actor noted the glazed look in the blue-green eyes that squinted at him. "Is it starting up again?" he asked conversationally.

"I can deal with it," said Garrison, knowing exactly what the confidence man was referring to.

Between the leg injury and the illness that had not been present at the time of the jump, Actor doubted the Lieutenant was going to be able to 'deal with it.' He decided to say nothing more about the mission. They could do nothing until morning anyway. Maybe by that time, the Warden would be feeling bad enough to admit they needed to abort. Actor set about liberally sprinkling sulfa on the wounds, dressing them and bandaging the leg tightly to keep pressure on in an effort to stop the bleeding completely.

Done, Actor reached the backs of his fingers up to see how hot Garrison's forehead was. The Lieutenant's arm swung out, blocking Actor's arm. The two eyed each other narrowly. Actor slowly lowered his arm.

"Goniff," said Actor casually. "See if you can get a cup of water for the Warden."

"Right," replied the pickpocket quickly. He had caught the unusual move by Garrison and didn't know what to make of it.

Casino said nothing; just watching the con man and the Warden worriedly. Something wasn't right here.

Actor took two packets of pills from the aid kit and opened them both, dumping the contents into his hand. He waited patiently for Goniff to return with the dented tin cup of water before holding the medicine out to Garrison.

"Sulfa and aspirin," he said.

Craig took the pills warily and popped them into his mouth. This time he allowed the con man to support his neck so he could drink the water that was held out to him by Goniff.

Actor could feel the heat from the back of the Lieutenant's neck. It did not bode well. "Would you like some morphine for the pain?" he asked.

"No," replied Garrison firmly. "You're not drugging me."

"That was not my intent," Actor said in a soothing tone. "If the pain gets too bad, ask and I will give you some."

Casino and Goniff exchanged worried looks. The Warden definitely wasn't acting right. Actor looked at the Englishman.

"Could you get some clean water in the basin and rinse the cloth out?" he asked quietly.

"Sure thing, Mate," said Goniff, jumping to do it.

Actor and Casino lifted the table and moved it back against the wall. The con man turned the wick down on the lamp so he could still see Garrison, but the light would not be so irritating to the man's eyes. Goniff brought the basin back with fresh water. Actor wrung the cloth out and slowly moved toward Garrison. The eyes that squinted at him showed distrust. Actor carefully laid the folded cloth across the man's forehead and backed away. He nodded toward the door and the three men moved silently out of the bedroom and into the front room. Actor left the door open enough to be able to keep an eye on his patient without Garrison hearing them easily.

"What's the matter with 'im?" asked Goniff worriedly. "'E ain't right."

Casino shook his head. "He's had fevers before. He ain't never acted like this. It's like he don't trust you," he said to Actor.

"There does seem to be paranoia there," admitted the con man. "I don't know why this is so different from the other times." He wasn't about to admit how worried that made him.

"So what are we gonna do?" asked Goniff, plopping down in a wooden chair at the table.

"Can you get us outta here?" asked Casino before Actor could respond.

The Italian sucked in a cheek and nodded slowly. "I can get us to the rendezvous."

"What about the mission?" Goniff asked.

"The Lieutenant will be greatly displeased if we don't fulfill it," said Actor. "And, if we return to England with the Warden ill and the mission unaccomplished there is no predicting what actions the army will take against us all."

"That's true," agreed Casino reluctantly.

Casino and Goniff looked at Actor. He was still chewing on the inside of his cheek, thinking.

"It could be done, I suppose," he said slowly. "We would have to change the plan a little, but we've done that before and pulled it off." He looked at the two. "We will see how the Warden is in the morning. Either way, we will need German uniforms. Goniff, that's your job. A SS colonel's uniform for me and a Lieutenant's or Major's for Casino. We will also need corporal's uniforms for you and Chief."

"No problem," assured Goniff. "And a new pair of pants for the Warden."

Actor nodded. "We will also need a closed German car if we are going to transport the Warden."

"Boy," groused Casino. "Why do we always get the bad missions?"

"Because if the missions were easy they wouldn't need us," replied Actor with a cynical crooked grin.

Casino, Goniff and Chief took turns sleeping and taking watch. Actor remained awake the entire night and next morning, sitting in the bedroom with an increasingly delirious and paranoid Garrison. Aspirin, sulfa and cool cloths, though keeping the fever from getting dangerously high, were not bringing it down. The leg wound, in contrast, looked almost benign.

Just before dawn, Chief slipped silently into the bedroom to see if Actor needed anything before he and Goniff went on their scavenger hunt for clothes and a different vehicle. The Indian looked at Garrison and did not remember ever seeing him look that bad. The confidence man, still sitting in a chair, hooded eyes on the Lieutenant, did not appear much better.

Chief had awakened a couple times that night to hear Garrison accusing the Italian of poisoning him and trying to take over the group. Actor's voice had been calm and soothing, trying to reassure the officer no one was attempting to take over or poison him; that he was ill and they would take him back to England.

"We're goin' now," said Chief quietly so as not to disturb the temporarily resting Lieutenant. "You need anything?"

Actor shook his head, paused, then looked up questioningly to the younger man. "You know how to make that strange concoction Teresa does for fever?"

Chief nodded. Boy, Actor must be desperate if he was asking about Indian medicine.

"Can you make some?" asked Actor. "We are out of aspirin and sulfa tablets."

"Thought about that earlier," said Chief. "I looked. Ain't no willow trees around here. I'll tell Goniff. Maybe he can heist some more medicine from somewhere."

Actor nodded, shifting his eyes back to the man on the bed. Chief, in a gesture unusual for the young man who did not like touch, reached a hand out and squeezed the older man's shoulder. Actor looked up, masking his surprise.

"Be back as quick as we can," said Chief.

"Just be careful," admonished the con man.

Chief nodded and slipped back out of the room.

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Goniff and Chief went around the back of the house to where the Resistance car was hidden behind a shed. Chief got behind the wheel and the pickpocket got in the front passenger seat. The Indian pulled out and headed for town. He was surprised at how quiet Goniff was, even if the man was fidgeting as was his norm.

Finally, Goniff said, "I don't like it. Warden's 'ad fevers before, but 'e's never been outta 'is 'ead."

Chief didn't like it either. He had known it was going to be a bad mission when his chute didn't open and it had taken him a panicked second to remember to pull the ripcord. Things just seemed to be getting worse.

"Think you can get your hands on more medicine?" he asked the pickpocket.

"Sure, Mate," said Goniff. "We get the uniforms first and then find a doctor's office."

The sun was just coming up when they reached the town. Businesses were not open yet and the men who were up and about were heading for the local cafes to get an early breakfast. Chief drove carefully along the side streets until Goniff spotted a laundry. The pickpocket tapped Chief's arm with a grin and pointed. Chief found the alley that went behind the building and pulled into it. Both men got out of the car, Chief standing guard while Goniff picked the simple lock on the back door. Casino would have done it faster, but the second story man was no slouch with an easy lock.

It didn't take the Englishman long to select the appropriate clean uniforms from the rack of clothes awaiting pick up; he took a few more to prevent identification of what ranks they were after. The extras would be left at the safe house for the Resistance to pick up for their own use. Miraculously, there was a row of shiny jackboots lined up close to the door. Arms laden with uniforms, Goniff scurried back to the alley. The uniforms were deposited in the back seat, with Chief taking his and quickly changing clothes. Now he was a German corporal. In the meantime, Goniff made another trip to get as many pairs of boots as he could carry: the Resistance would be grateful for the supply of leather, which was a scarce commodity.

They located a doctor's office a couple streets over. Again Chief stood watch as Goniff slipped a knife blade between the two windows and worked the lock open. He was inside in a flash. On the far wall, a tall, white metal cabinet with glass doors held an assortment of bottles and vials. Goniff found the aspirin right off and pocketed that bottle. The sulfa was on another shelf and that bottle went into the other pocket. An inner glassed compartment had vials of morphine. Thinking that might come in handy if the Warden's leg started bothering him, Goniff popped that compartment open with the knife blade and helped himself to the morphine. The precious vials were wrapped in a handkerchief before being added to a pocket.

Chief was getting nervous because Goniff seemed to be taking too long and hissed through the window at him. Goniff just waved a hand back at him and reached into a drawer, loading his other pockets with packages of gauze sponges and roller gauze. Satisfied with his take, the Englishman closed the glass doors of the cabinet and scurried over to the window. He hopped through without any difficulty and pulled the windows back together.

Now Goniff got behind the wheel of the car, leaving Chief on foot.

"I'll meet you back at the safe house," said Chief.

"You sure you'll be all right?" asked Goniff.

"No problem," replied the Indian confidently. "You need to get outta here before it starts gettin' busy. You don't need to get stopped."

Goniff figured the younger man was right. Besides, Actor would be needing the medicine for the Warden. He started the car and when he turned for a last look at the Indian, Chief had disappeared.

Chief walked back out to the street. He casually made his way down the sidewalk to a busier section of town where he remembered seeing a restaurant. Apparently the food was good because there seemed to be a lot of Wehrmacht and SS officers going in. A Sturmbannfȕhrer got out of a large sedan. Chief smiled to himself and watched. As soon as the officer went into the restaurant, the corporal drove the vehicle down the street and parked it. Wanting his own breakfast, the corporal left the car and went down a side alley to get food from the back of the restaurant. The Indian ambled casually on a diagonal across the street to the car. A quick look inside showed him the key still in the ignition. After a casual look around, Chief got in and drove away.

Goniff reached the safe house well before Chief. He parked the sedan behind the building where it had been before and gathered the clothes up in his arms. Casino was on the porch when he came around and opened the door for him.

"Warden's really givin' Actor a hard time," warned the safecracker.

Goniff shook his head and went inside. He was dropping the uniforms and boots in a pile on the sofa when Actor came from the bedroom. Goniff noticed the prominence of the lines at the corners of the con man's eyes. He wasn't smiling either. Casino apparently was right about the Warden giving the man a bad time.

Actor stepped over to the sofa and perused the clothing. "Any problems?"

"Not a one, Mate," replied Goniff.

"Chief still out?"

"Yeah. 'E told me to get back 'ere." Goniff sent a glance at the door to the bedroom. "'Ow's 'e doin'?"

Actor shook his head. "The fever is still up and he is increasingly confused and paranoid."

"Well," said Goniff, "we made a little side trip and got some things for you."

Actor watched curiously as the blond man reached for his coat pockets. He chided himself for not being observant enough to notice the Englishman's pockets were bulging. The right corner of his mouth turned up as he was handed the medicine. Goniff followed him into the bedroom and put the dressing supplies atop a low chest of drawers.

Actor took the bottles of pills over beside the bed. Goniff stopped by the foot of the bed to watch. The con man dumped some aspirin and another sulfa tablet in his hand and moved closer to the man on the bed. Garrison eyed him with glazed eyes in a flushed face. The look narrowed as Actor came closer.

"Here, Warden," said Actor in a friendly tone. "Here is more aspirin for you." He held his hand out with the medicine and picked up the water glass with his other hand.

Garrison's hand shot out trying to slap Actor's open palm away. The con man was able to close fingers around the pills, but spilled some of the water from the glass.

"You're trying to poison me again!" accused the young officer loudly.

"No one is trying to poison you, Lieutenant," soothed Actor. "This is just more of the medicine for your fever."

Goniff could tell by the overly patient tone of the Italian's voice that this conversation had been repeating itself all night. He put on his brightest smile and walked up to stand between Actor and the bed.

"'Ey, Warden," he said in his cheeriest voice. "You feelin' any better?"

Garrison eyed him warily.

"'Ow about a little medicine to bring your fever down?"

Goniff's hand touched Actor's and the pills were stealthily transferred to the pickpocket. Goniff continued to smile encouragingly at Garrison. Craig studied him, but a bit less warily than he had the con man. The Cockney picked up the lieutenant's hand and dropped the pills into his palm. "'Ere you go, Warden, some nice aspirin and sulfa. Make you feel right as rain in a jiffy."

Garrison looked a bit uncertain, but the bright smile of the gamin blond man put him a little at ease, and he put the pills in his mouth. Goniff's smile got bigger. He slipped a hand under the ill man's neck and helped him lift his head. The water glass was placed in his hand from behind and he held it for Garrison to drink. When Craig had drank his fill and the pills were down, Goniff eased him back down.

"Why don't you take a nice nap now," encouraged the pickpocket. "You'll feel better when you wake up."

"Just keep that Italian bastardo away from me," growled Garrison, before passing out again.

Goniff shot a sharp look at Actor. The con man's face was still. "I thought the Warden didn't speak much Italian? That mean the same in English?"

"Yes," said Actor without emotion.

"Guess 'e ain't forgotten 'ow to swear," said Goniff.

Actor wrung out a cloth that was soaking in a basin of water and laid it across the Lieutenant's forehead. He looked down at the flushed face and frowned. Hopefully this aspirin would have more effect. Actor turned and followed Goniff out of the bedroom.

Goniff stopped in the middle of the floor and looked up at the taller man. "'E don't mean it, Actor," he said.

"I am aware of that," replied Actor a little sharper than intended. The crestfallen look on the pickpocket's face caused him to soften his voice. "I know that. It's the fever. Thank you, Goniff."

"Sure, Mate," smiled the slight man.

Actor walked over to the table and turned the cloth back over a plate of cheese. He took the knife that rested beside the cheese and cut off a small wedge. He put the knife back and re-covered the cheese. Placing the wedge in his mouth, he reached for a corked bottle of wine. Pulling the cork out, he poured a half of a small glass of the Bordeaux and recorked the bottle. Taking the glass with him, he walked to the far end of the table, set the glass down and retrieved a packet of folded papers from the inside pocket of the jacket he had draped over the back of the chair. Actor sat down and spread the papers out in front of him, taking a sip of the mediocre wine.

"Goniff, do you think you can manage the Warden while the rest of us try to retrieve the papers we were sent after?" Actor's tone was not demeaning. He was trying to assess the pickpocket's confidence in handling the situation alone.

"Sure," replied Goniff, not taking offense. "I'm not as intimidating as you. Maybe 'e won't be so bad with me."

Actor looked up at that. Goniff shrugged. Well, they both knew the Italian could be intimidating by sheer size alone.

A short time later, Chief returned and parked the car behind the house. He came in and looked at the two men in the front room.

"How's the Warden?" he asked right away.

"No better," replied Actor. "Any problems?"

"Naw. Got a nice, big closed car." He smiled his half-smile. "Tank's full o' gas."

"Good," said Actor. He turned to Goniff. "Could you relieve Casino and have him come in. We need to go over the plan."

Actor got up and checked on Garrison. The ill man was tossing restlessly on the bed, muttering, face still flushed. Chief watched from the doorway as Actor wet the cloth again and laid it back on the man's forehead. It wasn't going to stay long.

Casino came in, laid his handgun on the table and shrugged out of his jacket, tossing it on the sofa. He flipped the cloth back off the food and cut a chunk of cheese and a bigger chunk of bread. Palming both, he tossed the cloth back over the food and picked up the bottle of wine. There was very little left so he just pulled the cork out with his teeth, spit it on the table and took a swig from the bottle. As Actor returned to the room, Casino pushed a chair over to the far corner of the table, slouched in it and crossed his booted feet atop the table. Chief just looked at him in disgust and took the opposite chair.

Actor sat down in his seat and smoothed the papers before him.

"Okay, so now what're we doin'?" asked the safecracker.

The Italian got down to business. "I am now Standartenführer Kleinschmidt and Casino is Leutnant Brünner. Chief will be our driver." They went over every detail four times until they had it down as well as the previous plan that had included Garrison.

For the rest of the day, Goniff, Chief and Casino took turns on watch and catching cat naps while Actor reviewed the plans and kept a close eye on the Lieutenant. The latter entailed the suave, aristocratic confidence man being cursed in English, French, occasionally German, and a few words in Italian. Actor mused he had not been sworn at so much since leaving Alcatraz. Though he would never admit it and knew it was the fever talking, Actor felt bad that the cursing was directed at him by the man he had grown to respect and consider a friend. It also bothered him his teammates could not help but hear the officer's ranting.

As it grew closer to the supper hour when they would try to access the German major's empty office and full safe, the three men who were going on the raid began to change into German uniform. Garrison had gone into a deep sleep or unconscious state. Actor was able to get into his uniform in the bedroom and sat down at the little table across the room from the bed to put on his disguise. The officer he was impersonating had a mustache and wore glasses. The confidence man was just finishing applying the mustache when Garrison awakened.

"Damn you! I was right!"

Actor swung around in his chair to look at the man trying to stay up on one elbow. Garrison's face was contorted in anger, eyes blazing, face flushed, body shaking.

"You've gone over to the Germans! What is it? Did they pay you enough to turn you?"

The other men came to the door and looked in, watching from a safe distance.

"No one has gone over to the Germans, Lieutenant," said Actor in a calm and reasonable voice, though his insides were quivering as they had not done in years. "You have seen me in German uniform many times. You have worn one yourself as many times as I have. It is a disguise so we may complete the mission we were sent here for."

Garrison tried to rise up from the bed.

"You're lying! I'm going to kill you, you son of a bitch!"

"Jeez, Warden!" exclaimed Casino. "Knock it off." He had heard Garrison swear before, but it was never directed at any of them.

Actor made a sharp motion at the safecracker to back off. He stood and slowly walked toward the bed. Garrison was trying to get up, with the certain intent of attacking the Italian.

"Lieutenant, stay down," continued Actor in the calm voice. "You have been shot in the leg. If you stand up, you will open the wound up. Everything is all right. We are going to complete the mission and return to England. Lay back down and rest. You are very ill."

Garrison came partway off the bed. "It'll be all right when I get my hands on you, you damn traitor!"

Actor leapt forward to keep him from standing on the leg. Craig went for the con man's throat with the intention of ripping it out. Chief and Casino flew across the room. Chief threw himself across Garrison's legs, bringing a cry of pain from the man at the sudden pressure on the thigh wound. Casino dropped across the officer's torso, pinning his arms with his body. The safecracker's forearm went up under Garrison's chin, forcing his head back.

"Careful, Casino!" warned Actor sharply.

"I know what I'm doin'," grunted Casino.

"You may, but he doesn't!"

Though it was a struggle, the two men kept the grappling officer pinned down.

"Ain't no way Goniff's gonna be able to handle him," said Chief with certainty.

They all knew, even in Garrison's weaker state, he could still easily overpower the slighter second story man.

Actor came to a quick decision. "Hold him," he ordered the two men.

"Like we're gonna let go of him?" shot back Casino.

Actor went to the low dresser and got out a morphine styrette. He returned to the bed. This he did not wish to do, but there was no alternative. "Chief, hold his arm down straight."

The Indian cocked an elbow up and grabbed the man's wrist, forcing his arm straight and down into the bed. "Jeez, he's strong!"

"Yes," agreed Actor, absently. He took a tight hold of Garrison's forearm and held it steady as he slipped the needle of the styrette into the corded vein that bulged up inside of the lieutenant's elbow. Actor injected the entire amount of morphine. The rush of opiate caused the fighting man to suddenly relax and go limp. There was silence in the room. Casino and Chief cautiously released their grips on the Lieutenant and got off of him. All three men were breathing heavily and watching the supine man warily. As Garrison remained unconscious, they all relaxed.

"You okay?" Casino asked Actor.

"Yes," Actor nodded. Outside, he seemed calm. Inside, his nerves were starting to fray. "Let us get this over with," he said grimly.

They brought Goniff in. Actor gave him strict instructions how to administer more morphine if Garrison started to awaken before they returned. They did not tell the normally nervous man what had just happened for fear of terrifying him being left alone with the Lieutenant.

As the three men in German uniform started for the door, Casino said pessimistically, "Okay, now let's see what's gonna go wrong next."