"Kamerad!" cried the German, nodding. Those who were familiar with the language knew that it meant that he surrendered.
Maggie Duncan was not among them, however. She stood beside
Phyllis, hefting her bulky handbag in a menacing fashion. "I'm not your bloody comrade, Jerry!" she shouted, puffing herself up and looming over him.
The German looked around in bewilderment and confusion. Finally, he seemed to come to his senses. Delicately, gripping the butt with one thumb and forefinger, he lifted the Luger from its holster and handed it over to
Rufus. "Englisch, yes, I speak Englisch." He looked at
Story, who had spoken last. "How many what?"