"He gave the word. How was I to know?"
"Yes," Tommy chimed in. "How was he to know? Don't blame the poor fellow. His hasty action has given me the pleasure of seeing you all face to face."
He fancied that his words caused some discomposure among the group, but the watchful German stilled it with a wave of his hand.
"Dead men tell no tales," he said evenly.
"Ah," said Tommy, "but I'm not dead yet!"
"You soon will be, my young friend," said the German.
An assenting murmur came from the others.
Tommy's heart beat faster, but his casual pleasantness did not waver.
"I think not," he said firmly. "I should have a great objection to dying."
He had got them puzzled, he saw that by the look on his captor's face.
"Can you give us any reason why we should not put you to death?" asked the German.
"Several," replied Tommy. "Look here, you've been asking me a lot of questions. Let me ask you one for a change. Why didn't you kill me off at once before I regained consciousness?"
The German hesitated, and Tommy seized his advantage.
"Because you didn't know how much I knew—and where I obtained that knowledge. If you kill me now, you never will know."
But here the emotions of Boris became too much for him. He stepped forward waving his arms.
