"Okay, so he thinks I'm balmy," Dawson said, and waved a hand. "But I'm just telling you, that's all." "Another one of your wonderful hunches, I suppose?" Freddy growled. "Call it that if you like," Dawson shrugged. "But it's really a certain look in Colonel Fraser's eyes that makes me feel as I do." "And just what do you feel, if I may be so bold as to ask?" young Farmer snapped. Dave put a forefinger alongside his nose, winked, and nodded very mysteriously. "The colonel has something cooking," he said. "And you can take it, or leave it!" And no more than five seconds later Colonel Fraser came into the room followed by an orderly with a tray bearing a tea pot, cups and saucers, muffins, Army issue jam, and, miracles of miracles, some of those English midget-sized country sausages. "Well, for once you were right, Dave," Freddy murmured softly. "He did have something cooking. And do those sausages smell good!" "On the desk there, Parks," Colonel Fraser said, and then turned to Dawson and Farmer, smiling. "A little spot of tea and food to appease the inner man, Gentlemen," he said. "Pull up your chairs to the desk, here. I've called your commanding officer and explained that I'm borrowing you for a bit. I've also called the chap I want you to meet. He'll be along shortly. But first, a little refreshment, what?" "By all means, sir!" Freddy Farmer exclaimed, and moved his chair over to the desk. For the next few minutes there was an absolute minimum of conversation in the colonel's office. All three of them truly were hungry, and they fell to, to do something about it. Then eventually the colonel began to ask questions about what the two air aces had seen and done since their last meeting. And Freddy and Dave told him, though every instant of the time questions of their own hovered on the tips of their tongues. It was evident to them, though, that the colonel had put the night's doings to one side for the moment, so they continued to let their questions hover on the tips of their tongues unspoken. Then, about fifteen minutes later, there came a knock on the outer door. The colonel bade whoever it was enter, and an American Air Forces major came into the room, smiled, and saluted the colonel. "Good evening, sir," he said. "I came as fast as I could." "Come in, come in, my dear Major," Colonel Fraser said as he stood up. "We're just having a spot of tea. Won't you join us? Plenty of fresh tea, you know." "Thank you, but no, sir," the major said, and let his eyes flick across Dawson's and Farmer's face. "I had some about an hour ago. Full up as it were, Colonel." "Right you are, then," Colonel Fraser said. And then, gesturing a hand toward Dawson and Freddy Farmer, he said, "Let me introduce Captains Dawson and Farmer. Gentlemen, Major Crandall, of your Air Forces Intelligence." Both Dave and Freddy shook hands with the major and murmured their pleasure at meeting him. His grip was firm, and his smile genuine, as he replied: