Surveying the compound, Hogan smiled. All was in order. Christmas turned out all right, which was saying something considering the location and circumstances. Snow arrived a day late and only one or two inches. It did not concern Hogan. Heavy snows followed by warm weather meant potential tunnel flooding.
Several men played football. Newkirk tried getting in the game but kicked the ball instead of passing it. Carter scraped up snow and made a 'garden' of snowmen ranging in size from five inches to one foot. He loved a heavy snow when he could build a real snowman. LeBeau remained inside the barracks, tending to his cooking. Baker started a snowball fight, all in good fun.
Hogan wryly said, "Don't hit the guards."
"Where's the fun in that?"
Hogan turned around and said, "Ach! Guten morgen, Fraulein Oberst!"
"Quit that," said Saunders. Then she teased, "Jolly jokers!"
Hogan laughed, "It's good to see the men laughing and having some fun. It's been a little tense around here lately."
Saunders said, "Tell me about it. How are you holding up?"
Hogan sighed, "Pretty well." Sobering his tone he said, "Kommandant at five o'clock."
"Hogan!" Klink snapped, "What is this foolishness? Snowball fights?"
Hogan joked, "What's the harm?"
Klink said, "Grown men behaving like children! It's positively juvenile."
Hogan said, "At least they're not tossing grenades.
Klink sarcastically said, "Hah, hah."
Hogan asked, "What's on your mind?"
Klink said, "Frau Linkmeyer."
Saunders said, "You can do better than her."
Klink's face contorted into a question and he said, "Oh?"
Saunders said, "Sure! You're an illustrious officer with an impeccable record as camp Kommandant, you're a pilot so we know you're fearless, and you're a distinguished looking man. You're firm but fair, reasonable most of the times, and slow to anger."
Klink smiled, "All true."
Hogan said, "Frau Linkmeyer is relentless."
Saunders said, "I'm sure one of your war buddies is looking for a wife. Steer her in that direction."
Klink said, "Bah! I wouldn't wish her on my worst enemy! Still…my friend Oberst Heinrich Schroder isn't married."
Saunders cried, "Horsies!"
Klink said, "Well, looks like Colonel Wagner is here to pay a visit. Excuse me."
As Klink walked away Hogan said, "Horsies?"
Saunders said, "What? I'm a girl. I'd rather have a unicorn but you don't see any of them running around."
Hogan sarcastically asked, "Why not?"
Saunders said, "They were late getting to the Ark so Noah took off without them."
Hogan rolled his eyes and said, "You were laying it on a little thick a minute ago."
Saunders said, "Hey, he's supposed to be trying to romance me to squeeze information out of me. He hasn't exactly tried. It could be fun."
"Don't ruin it with the Kommandant," warned Hogan. "We have a good operation. You don't belong here."
Saunders said, "I see. You'd prefer me in Ravensbruck."
Hogan said, "I'd prefer it if Burkhalter changed the orders so they did send you to Ravensbruck. A little planning, stop the truck, spring you free, and get you out of the country."
"Aw," said Saunders. "You're so sweet."
Hogan sighed, "How did you ever get to be a colonel?"
"Twenty five years as an army nurse," said Saunders. "You're a pilot. You advanced quickly because skilled pilots always do. I'll never pilot a plane and you'll never conduct trench surgery. I do want to go home. Maybe I'm too old for this game."
Hogan asked, "Why'd you sign up for this?"
Saunders said, "I'm in the Army. I go where the Army tells me to go. General Bradley specially picked me and signed the orders. You're right, Colonel Hogan. This is no place for a woman. I shouldn't be here. I should be in a nice, clean, hospital taking care of the injured. Sometimes, I wonder if going in with cover as a flight nurse somehow jeopardizes it for those who go in really as flight nurses."
Hogan said, "But you are really a nurse."
Saunders said, "Yes, and a damn good one. However, I am too old to be gallivanting around the continent trying to play Mata Hari. I'm not that person. They said I'd be carrying messages, not airdropping behind enemy lines. You got the better deal. You knew what you were getting into."
Hogan said, "Well, you're right – you're stuck here for now. I'll keep working on it."
Saunders posed, "Despite London's orders?"
Hogan thought very carefully. Someone in London wanted Saunders in his camp. He knew Brody was against it. Perhaps with the general's death, London might reconsider. If he arranged her transfer without permission, Hogan would someday suffer the consequences. If Burkhalter arranged it, London might suspect Hogan manipulated the situation.
Hogan said, "I hope it doesn't come to that."
"Very good," said Saunders. "It's freezing out here. I don't know how you can stand it. I'll see you and the men at the dinner."
Hogan nodded his head. In a way, he started feeling sorry for the sad sack routine. Then he remembered that Brody chose her for a reason. Hogan knew how to manipulate people. Maybe her method was simply a more subtle approach. It could also be true that she was done with it.
If one of his men had second thoughts, Hogan undoubtedly would act differently. Not all the men under him command volunteered for the assignment but they all accepted the conditions once at Stalag 13. Reasons varied: some wanted to continue contributing to the war effort while others wanted to sit out the war.
Hogan made his way to his office. Wagner was a concern. For some reason, the cavalry officer did not see Klink's ineptitude. He was still too new to the area. If he heard the rumors, at least he was offering Klink a chance to prove those rumors false. It took a special breed of warrior to fight in the cavalry, but modern mechanization made it impractical. Horses needed more than grass to survive.
Sometimes Hogan wished he were in Klink's office able to see facial expressions. Eavesdropping by coffee pot limited his ability to gain a true sense of certain conversations. Wagner was a professional officer. He understood the differences between a unit such as his and a POW camp run by the Luftwaffe. He accepted Burkhalter's orders as a member of the Heer general staff. Yet he accepted Klink as a peer.
It seemed a casual conversation, in part Wagner reminiscing about the good old days of charging into battle. Klink was always good for exaggerated stories, but he toned down the usual windy boasts. Perhaps Klink wanted Wagner to accept him as an equal.
Frau Linkmeyer arrived and Klink made introductions. Hogan continued listening. He knew the story of Otto missing on the Russian front. Frau Linkmeyer reluctantly accepted the fact that Otto must be dead. Wagner told some of his stories, which greatly interested Frau Linkmeyer. For a moment, Hogan thought she might abandon Klink in pursuit of Wagner.
"Bored?"
Hogan looked up and saw Kinchloe. He said, "Wagner concerns me but this conversation is insightful, not tactical."
Kinchloe said, "There's a new Robin Hood."
Hogan shook his head, "Great." He unplugged the coffee pot.
Kinchloe said, "This one uses our codes."
Hogan said, "That's interesting."
Kinchloe said, "A courier's coming in tonight at twenty three hundred, usual drop point. Here's the code phrases."
Hogan asked, "Any idea about the mission?"
Kinchloe said, "It's a briefing."
Hogan said, "I see. It sounds like London is reorganizing the SOE military section again."
Kinchloe said, "It makes sense. You know how London likes everything neat and tidy."
Hogan said, "Sometimes I don't think they get it."
Kinchloe said, "You may be right. Do you want me to take care of it?'
Hogan said, "You and Newkirk. We've had some rotten luck lately. I want two sets of eyes out there tonight. If Frau Linkmeyer leaves, maybe I'll go."
Kinchloe said, "Albert is coming tomorrow to fetch her. He's getting a little annoyed with her complaints and swears he won't let her come alone ever again."
Hogan laughed, "I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing. She's giving Klink a run for his money. I think she's testing Colonel Wagner."
Kinchloe said, "She'll never go for him." Hogan raised an eyebrow. Kinchloe said, "He has a spine."
The two men shared a laugh.
#HH#
Kinchloe pressed his finger against his lips as Newkirk swore. The waning gibbous moon offered some light but not enough to appease the Englishman. As the two made their way to the drop point, Kinchloe nearly regretted volunteering for the mission. It was cold and the snow dangerous. It had warmed up enough earlier in the day to start melting, but as soon as the sun set the top layer froze into a slick sheet of ice. Sometimes the ice broke, causing the men to tread through slush. It was slick, wet, and noisy.
Further compounding their troubles, they wore burlap bags over their shoes. The bags disguised their boot tracks but collected icy slush. The bags were a necessary precaution in the snow, particularly in the woods where snow often lingered under the shade of the trees. Some of the branches became heavy with the wet snow that refroze. The weight caused several branches to break away.
"We're good," whispered Kinchloe.
"About bloody hell time," said Newkirk. "Me feet are frozen solid."
"Shh," said Kinchloe. "If someone's out here, they'll hear us."
The two men did not have to wait long. The plane arrived on schedule. Kinchloe signaled it with the flashlight. The parachutist emerged and descended into the small clearing. Newkirk scurried to the man and led him to the woods.
Newkirk was about to render the code phrase but said, "Blimey, it's you."
Collins said, "I thought you guys were a professional operation." He drew his weapon when he heard a rustling.
Newkirk said, "Don't shoot Kinch."
As Kinchloe neared he said, "Major Collins?"
Collins said, "It's Lieutenant Colonel Collins."
Newkirk said, "Bloody hell. I suppose it don't really matter."
Collins said, "It does to me."
Kinchloe said, "Come on. I'm freezing my tailbone out here. Oh, put these on." He handed two burlap bags to Collins. "They disguise the boot tracks so the Krauts don't make 'em out as American."
"Or British," said Newkirk.
Kinchloe smiled, "Right-o."
"Clowns," said Collins as he tied on the bags. "It's a wonder you guys get anything done."
"Come on," said Kinchloe.
The three men made their way to the tree stump. As soon as the searchlight passed, they descended into the tunnels. Newkirk immediately ripped off the burlap bags and said, "More ice than burlap."
Kinchloe said, "The stove's nice and hot. Come on."
The three men made their way into the barracks amid light protests over the noise. Hogan immediately got over his shock at seeing Collins and ushered the men into his room. He passed out towels and blankets as the men huddled near the stove. Then he poured hot cocoa and silently thanked the Red Cross.
Collins said, "We need to talk."
Hogan said, "I know." After a pause, Hogan said, "Kinch is my chief of operations and Newkirk a key cadre member of the team."
Collins said, "Okay." He pulled out some papers from his jacket and said, "London is restructuring the SOE. There have been a number of losses and replacements. You need to know the operatives."
Hogan started reading down the list of code names. He said, "You're not Robin Hood?"
Collins said, "Nah. Some English major is Robin Hood. We're reformulating a new team."
Hogan continued reading down the list and said, "You're Monster Grimm."
"Yeah but don't tell Florence," said Collins. "She's now Rapunzel."
Kinchloe said, "And he called us clowns."
Hogan said, "Oh joy, I'm still Papa Bear."
Collins said, "It'll take a few days before all operatives know their updated handles. The Underground has suffered several problems lately. A double agent riding the railroad compromised a unit in Kaiserslautern. Eichmann almost got you. Gestapo shut down a unit in Stuttgart and we still don't know exactly what happened. Someone in Dusseldorf got cold feet and betrayed his unit."
Hogan asked, "Any idea who's behind the breach?"
Collins said, "We don't know exactly how much Mueller told his superiors. We know he wasn't the only double who managed to lay their hands on our intelligence. Colonel, I know you're a cautious man."
Hogan said, "I have to be. If things go south, I have two hundred men to look after and we all won't fit on the submarine."
Collins said, "London strongly encourages Morse code transmissions. There's been consideration for using code talkers but Hitler sent anthropologists to the States to try to learn some of the indigenous languages. We have a few men who speak Comanche. You might get assigned a man but there's talk against it."
Hogan asked, "Why not?"
Collins said, "If the Germans figure it out, you'll have to take care of the problem the same way they do in the Pacific."
Hogan asked, "And that is?"
"Kill the man," Collins flatly said.
Hogan said, "Not my style."
Collins said, "Didn't think so. Look, things are going badly with the SOE. Trust is a big issue right now. That document is worth more than all the gold in Fort Knox. Take good care of it."
Newkirk said, "I think I can feel my toes again."
Hogan said, "We will. When's your pick up?"
"Oh six hundred at the drop point," said Collins.
Newkirk said, "I was wrong."
Hogan said, "That's not much time."
"I'll make do," said Collins. "Hogan, things are changing in London. Don't get me wrong. General Brody was a great man. Some of his tactics were unconventional. He knew how to get things done. Sometimes, you need men to do the really dirty work. We'll never get medals for it. They'll thank us someday but what we do will remain hidden from public scrutiny. We don't even do a tenth of the stuff the Krauts do, but we're branded as evil men."
Hogan said, "I know what I signed up for."
Collins said, "Do you? I volunteered for this line of work. You were recruited into it after you were shot down. I know it's not gentlemen's work. London doesn't want to see you cross that line."
Hogan asked, "What about you?"
Collins shrugged his shoulders and said, "They know it's too late for me. Oh, and take care of Florence. She comes across as a hard-boiled egg sometimes because she's used to malingerers or stubborn men who won't stay in hospital when they should. She might have been recruited but General Brody did a lot of manipulation. He taught her well but he never put her in command of a team."
Hogan shook his head. He understood the implication of Collins' statement. The British had a sense of war acting within pre-established rules and conventions. In the world of espionage and sabotage, those rules had to go out the window. They wanted to be gentlemen but knew the enemy did not hold to that ideal. Men like Collins accepted such a role.
Not everyone was suited for such work. Somehow, Hogan managed to succeed without sinking to a certain level. He was no assassin but he had been called to do assassin's work on occasion. His men understood the risks. To date, they suffered from the cruelty of the enemy but luck spared that enemy from shooting at point blank range. At some point, the tide would turn.
Hogan said, "It's dirty work but someone's got to do it, so it may as well be us."
Collins said, "I know. We're not innocent, Hogan. At some point, we'll have to meet our maker. I can only hope that the good outweighs the evil within us all."
Kinchloe gently coughed and Hogan remembered it was late. He suggested sleep for all. Tonight they had good fortune to be warm and relatively safe. How many times had they been forced to sleep in trucks or abandoned houses? How many times did they operate on the coldest of nights? If a POW camp seemed a luxury, Hogan's priorities were misaligned.
It seemed an interesting change of heart. Hogan did not appreciate his first introduction with Collins, but the death of Brody changed the man. The promotion probably helped as well. Mueller was dead, but at what price? He hoped he had a new ally that he could count on for any situation. He knew if it concerned Airborne, the man had passion. That included a certain nurse.
In the morning, Hogan saw to it that Collins made it away. He did notice a change. Collins was young but command forced a man to be a man. Airborne officers advanced the ranks quickly if they survived. The same held true with pilots.
After roll call, Hogan assembled his men in the common room. He watched the usual tomfoolery when Saunders arrived. As he looked at her, he realized she had a few grey hairs. How old was she again? Forty-three, he remembered, born in 1899. How did Brody convince her to jump out of airplanes?
Hogan briefly explained the updated codes. Most of the men did not use the codes. It primarily affected himself along with Kinchloe and Baker. He saw no reason to announce delicately the new Monster Grimm.
Hogan said, "Lieutenant Colonel Collins is the new Monster Grimm. He'll be working in our sector from time to time."
"He finally earned his silver oak leaf," said Saunders.
Hogan said, "I thought you'd be upset knowing someone else has your handle."
Saunders said, "They recycle those things every few months. If I know London, I'm once again Rapunzel."
Hogan frowned. He understood why Brody chose this particular nurse. She had a sharp wit and keen memory. He said, "That's right."
Hogan decided to return to the business at hand. They did not have new orders. He wanted the tunnel underneath the infirmary shored up and expanded. With a qualified nurse, he anticipated the local Underground taking advantage of the situation. Wilson slightly objected, having taken care of the men for so long.
Newkirk said, "What we need is a doctor. If someone gets shot, we can't hope it's just a flesh wound."
Hogan was reminded of Brody. They did the best they could for him with the tools at hand but the man did not survive. He said, "Wilson, I think it's time we did a little shopping at that hospital."
Saunders said, "We do need a doctor. I realize Sergeant Wilson is a third year medical student and has damn good qualifications for looking after the men. I can manage certain things too, but in your line of work, you might need more. This is a small camp so we don't qualify for a POW hospital. Maybe London could arrange to airdrop in a doctor willing to be captured."
Hogan said, "The Krauts won't put him here. In fact, I'm surprised they put you here."
Carter said, "She's Airborne. That counts."
Newkirk slapped his hat against Carter's head and said, "Blimey, Andrew, grow up."
Hogan said, "I'll get the Underground working on something. In the meantime…"
Olsen turned his head from the window and said, "New prisoner."
The men understood the procedure. The entire barracks could not exit the front door but some men took to the back door. Hogan went out the front and saw the new prisoner was an Air Corps colonel. He hoped this was just a temporary layover for the man. Most officers went to the Oflag. Stalag 13 was a work camp and primarily housed enlisted but did maintain a few officers intended to oversee the good discipline of the men.
"Keep an ear on things," Hogan said to Kinchloe.
"Yes sir," said Kinchloe before returning to the barracks.
Olsen said, "Another candidate for the traveler's aid society?"
"Maybe," said Hogan.
Saunders said, "Well, I can see I'm not needed here, so I'll be about my business."
Hogan said, "I'll send him over to the infirmary if I need you to watch him."
"Usually it works the other way around," teased Saunders.
Hogan shook his head. It was Saunders' way of reminding Hogan that she was a she. Despite her age, men took interest. Only two women walked about the camp, and one was due for a kiss. He took a deep breath before approaching the Kommandant's office. Hilda smiled and Hogan briefly felt flushed.
Hogan asked, "Klink summon me yet?"
"Not yet," said Hilda in a coy fashion. Then came the expected bellows from Klink's office. She said, "Ach! He ruins it every time."
Hogan said, "Rotten timing." Strangely, Hogan felt a sense of relief. He knew Hilda wanted more than kisses and nylons. As much as he exploited her for information, even used her in a few of his ruses, she fancied herself a loyal German citizen. One day she might truly turn but not today.
Hogan boldly entered Klink's office and said, "You wanted to see me, Herr Kommandant?"
"Oh," said Klink in a slightly amused tone. "I was just thinking about how I should redecorate the office."
Hogan said, "Sure – a new coat of paint, get rid of that shabby desk, let people know you're a man of business!"
Klink said, "Sarcasm will get you shot, Hogan."
Hogan looked at the new prisoner and said, "Name, rank, and serial number."
Klink said, "We've already been through that. Colonel Robert Hogan, meet Colonel Donald Mulvey. For now, he's temporary. Give me a reason and I'll make it permanent."
Hogan said, "I see. Well, then, I'll make him as comfortable as possible considering the state of things in this camp."
Klink said, "Unh, unh, ah…no funny business. I rather like Colonel Mulvey. Perhaps you would do him the courtesy to show him to a bunk."
Hogan said, "After delousing."
Klink said, "He has no bugs. He just came from Stalag 5."
Hogan said, "Oh, got caught escaping. They're always getting away from Kommandant Hester. That's what you mean by temporary."
"Dismissed," said Klink.
As Hogan escorted the new man, he knew something was afoul. Klink acted like the Cheshire Cat. He asked, "What brings you to our happy home?"
"That's the dumbest question I ever heard," said Mulvey. "This is also the strangest camp I've ever seen."
Hogan led the man into Barracks 2 and said, "LeBeau is there any coffee left?"
"Oui," said LeBeau. He poured two cups as the colonels sat at the table.
"Thanks LeBeau," said Hogan. "Welcome to Chez Stalag 13."
"You're going to interrogate me," said Mulvey. "You want to know if I can be trusted. That is very wise. You won't know me until I know you know who I am."
Hogan looked at the man. He remembered that phrase. Saunders said it to him when he first met her. He said, "Cryptic."
"I don't trust you," said Mulvey. "No wonder the Kommandant is thinking of sending you away."
Hogan said, "Well, that's his prerogative you know. Okay, boys, spread the word. Colonel Mulvey is not to be trusted."
Mulvey said, "Good. Oh and Hogan, I do have seniority."
Hogan looked at the strange man who seemed to know certain things. His dark eyes hinted at nothing. His five o'clock shadow demonstrated lack of regards with the shaving regulations. The man did not keep his hair at regulation trim.
Hogan finally said, "Tell you what. You didn't like the idea of delousing. How about you head over to the infirmary and get your feet checked out?"
Mulvey raised an eyebrow, "My feet?"
Hogan said, "At least one of them is up your ass and the other one is in your mouth."
Mulvey stood and said, "I see you're a renegade. Very well. Perhaps I should see about making this permanent. No escapes? Tsk, tsk – someone isn't doing his job."
Hogan said, "Sergeant Carter will show you to the infirmary."
"This way sir," said Carter.
Hogan watched as the men left. He said, "Wow, he's a character."
Kinchloe said, "It all seemed perfectly normal in the Kommandant's office."
LeBeau said, "He's a spy."
Hogan thought carefully. You won't know me until I know you know who I am. Was that an Airborne calling card? Yet in the compound, Saunders gave no indication that she recognized the man. He knew Mulvey was trouble.
A few moments later Carter excitedly entered the barracks and said, "We've got trouble!"
Hogan stood and snapped, "What is it?"
"Florence just KO'd the new guy," said Carter.
Hogan was half running to the infirmary with the men in tow. He asked, "What happened?"
Carter said, "Colonel Mulvey said that strange phrase you won't know me until I know you know who I am, and then, pow! She clocked him good."
As Hogan entered the infirmary, he saw Mulvey laying on the floor barely conscious. Saunders started pouring a pitcher of water onto his face. Hogan snapped, "What's going on?"
"We have a mouse in the cheese factory," said Saunders.
Mulvey suddenly sat up and exploded in anger. He stood and looked ready to hit something but the arrival of the men now surrounding him made him reconsider. He said, "You treacherous female!"
Hogan said, "Knock it off! The Krauts will be along any minute."
"I see that I am needed here," said Mulvey.
Saunders said, "Oh really? Kommandant Klink won't react well to finding out about grabby, grabby, touchy, touchy."
Mulvey cried, "I did no such thing!"
Hogan said, "Thank you, Colonel Saunders, I can handle this. There are far worse things than Klink."
Schultz barged into the room accompanied by Langenscheidt. The sergeant seemed slightly out of breath. He found his voice, "Was ist denn hier los? What's going on here?"
Mulvey replied, "A slight misunderstanding with the nurse."
Schultz said, "Naughty, naughty. The Kommandant will put you in the Cooler for such misunderstandings. That's a nice fat lip you have!"
Hogan said, "We'll take care of this."
Schultz said, "I must report this to the Kommandant."
Hogan said, "Let me handle this. I'm sure the new guy learned his lesson."
Schultz said, "Something tells me he didn't but you're going to reteach it. Come along, Karl. If we see nothing, we know nothing."
Hogan waited until the two guards left. He folded his arms across his chest and said, "This is a fun day. Maybe you'd like to go outside and play a little football?"
Mulvey said, "Something tells me it's not a friendly game."
Kinchloe sarcastically said, "Ding, ding, ding, we have a winner."
Mulvey said, "You'll regret this day – all of you."
Hogan said, "I see. Okay, have it your way. Take him to delousing. Make sure to scrub him clean."
Mulvey said, "I don't have lice."
Hogan said, "I'm sure Colonel Saunders is more than willing to tell the Kommandant you do."
With a simple nod, his men understood. They escorted Mulvey out of the infirmary. Hogan nodded to Wilson, who begrudgingly left. He sat in a chair and said, "What the hell is wrong with you? Striking a superior officer is a serious offense."
Saunders folded her arms and said, "He's just higher ranking."
"Don't smart mouth me," snapped Hogan as he stood.
Saunders said, "He tried baiting me with an Airborne code right in front of Sergeant Wilson."
Hogan said, "You won't know me until I know you know who I am."
Saunders said, "That's right."
Hogan said, "He said the same thing in Barracks 2."
Saunders asked, "Privately?"
Hogan said, "No, he said it in a roomful of men."
Saunders said, "That's not a phrase one goes bandying about lightly. After all, loose lips sink ships. One doesn't render it publicly, Colonel Hogan. One doesn't go running around saying it to every Tom, Dick, and Harry that he meets. I don't trust him."
Hogan said, "I don't trust him either. That's why I sent him here – to keep him out of the way for a while. He's pushing everyone's buttons. You certainly know how to ruin things. If he is a plant, he's on to you knowing that code."
"Plants try to fit in with the men," said Saunders. "Of course, you already know that. He's up to something."
Hogan asked, "Is he from your old unit?"
Saunders said, "Never met him before."
"You wouldn't lie to me if you thought he was your knight in shining armor," said Hogan.
Saunders said, "I don't like it here, that's true. I don't like London telling me to suck in my gut and carry on here. I am not stupid enough to go running off with some stranger acting like an amateur. I wish Frank were still alive. He had a sense about such things."
Hogan nodded his head. Something was off about Mulvey. He acted as if he wanted Hogan out of camp. Yet he antagonized the men at the same time. He said, "He's got to go."
Saunders said, "Sure. Might I suggest you find out what he's up to?"
Hogan said, "Clearly, he's up to no good. I think I'll have a little chat with the Kommandant."
As he headed to Klink's office, Hogan wondered what was wrong with this new colonel. He remembered General Tillman Walters, also known as Corporal Walter Tillman. The man did everything he could not to fit in until he had a moment to speak with Hogan about his orders. Was Mulvey up to the same?