I said as we walked up to his desk. He looked up from the work spread out before him. He always seemed to be working. “Good afternoon, boys. You are right here on the dot … Is that right … the dot? Does that mean on time?” “It does, and we are,” I said. “Captain Kretschmer would like to speak to you.” “Is he in his office?” Jack asked. I knew Jack was dying to have a look in there. “No. He is in the auditorium. “ “Where’s that?” I asked. “On the other side of the compound. Big building, two storeys tall.” “Okay, I know the one,” Jack said. “That’s where they were rehearsing a play.” Jack and I dumped our bags onto Hans’s desk and the mail flowed out. Some letters and parcels spilled over the sides, hitting the floor. “Please … please … take more care!” Hans exclaimed as he leaped to his feet and tried to stop any more letters from falling. We kept pouring until the bags were empty and his once-organized desk was a mass of unsorted, untidy mail.
