Newkirk and Kinch made sure to leave Pfeffer's room exactly as they'd found it, locking the door behind them as they left, going directly back to the hut. Pfeffer was sitting on the bench facing Carter's bunk as Carter was explaining the finer details of making fishing lures. Both looked up as Kinch and Newkirk entered the building.
"Hey guys, Sergeant Pfeffer is a fisherman too. We've been exchanging tips," Carter said with a huge yawn.
"Carter's quite proficient in fishing lures, but perhaps he should get some rest now. I have some things I should do before I get in trouble with Schultz," Pfeffer said standing up then quickly leaving.
"He's been trying to get out of here for half an hour. What took so long? Did you find anything?" Carter asked after the German had left the building.
"He's definitely Gestapo," Newkirk said sitting down by Carter.
"I thought so by the way he was fishing for information. He tried a subtle interrogation but he didn't get anything," Carter answered smirking.
"Where's the Colonel?" Kinch asked looking around.
"In his room," Garlotti responded hopping down from his bunk taking door watch.
Kinch knocked on Hogan's door, opening it when granted an 'Enter'. "Sir, we have proof."
Hogan walked out into the main room, Kinch handed him the identity discs and paperwork. "Brothers? Oh, he has to go today, before he tries to get revenge for his brother's death."
"That's what we were thinking sir," Kinch said pouring a cup of coffee.
Hogan turned the disc over carefully studying them, a slight grin appearing on his face. "A Gestapo get out of jail free card."
"Sir?" Kinch asked, as he and the others looked confused.
"Something Tiger said. Garlotti and Olsen, go keep our friend busy. Newkirk and Kinch need to get into the tunnel," Hogan ordered and both men left to carry out their assignment.
"What are we doing, Gov'nor?"
"Photograph these and take down anything you need to duplicate them. The information may come in handy," Hogan answered.
"Yes, sir, I understand what you're thinking and it's brilliant," Kinch replied taking the items heading underground. If they could duplicate them, it might come in handy for future assignments.
An hour later, Hogan walked up to Schultz who was sitting on a bench under a large tree watching the men in the compound.
"Can I help you, Colonel?" Schultz asked, moving over so Hogan could sit down.
"You were right to bring your concerns over Pfeffer to me. It turns out he's really Gestapo, just like his brother Waechter was," Hogan handed him the identity discs.
"Gestapo," Schultz gasped looking at the discs. "How did you find out?" Hogan gave him a look that said he really didn't want to know. "No don't tell me. I have to inform the Kommandant. What do I tell him about these?" he held the metal like it was a snake.
"That you were suspicious, so you searched his room and found them hidden under the mattress. If you want, I'll come with you," Hogan offered. He wanted to ensure Klink did what had to be done.
"Ja, please," Schultz stood slowly ambling along to the Kommandantur. With an uneasy look, he knocked on his commander's door waiting to be admitted. "Herr Kommandant, I…I have something to report."
"Schultz, can this wait? I have a lot…," Klink stopped midsentence seeing the morose look on both men's faces as Hogan closed the door. "What happened?"
"Herr Kommandant, I was suspicious…of a guard…and searched his barracks. I found these," Schultz placed the items on the desk.
Klink went pale as he examined the documents. Having a guard killed was bad enough, but then to find out he was a plant by Hochstetter unnerved the Colonel. Now, he had another plant? His mind was having trouble processing the information. Swallowing hard before speaking, Klink looked up with enlarged eyes. "Which guard?"
"Sergeant Pfeffer," Hogan told him. "It appears that the dead guard and Pfeffer were brothers. He's been asking a lot of questions. Questions that could cause trouble."
"Why are you even here on this?" Klink asked defensively. Schultz started to say something but Klink waved his hand dismissively. He didn't need it rubbed into his face that his lead Sergeant felt more comfortable with the enemy than him. "What type of questions?"
"The usual Gestapo stuff. Have you ever given information to the prisoners about the German war plans? Normal things they ask," Hogan shrugged his shoulders.
"They know I'm loyal in Berlin!"
"Berlin might, but does Hochstetter believe it? He wouldn't even have to report any actions he took until afterwards when he was ready to file a report. Who knows what he might decide to do out of jealousy of your great record. Plus Pfeffer is looking to pin his brother's death on someone in camp. If he were able to do that, then the Gestapo could arrest anyone they wanted." Hogan went in for the kill. If he could rile Klink up enough then he wouldn't back down if Hochstetter wanted to leave the man in camp.
Klink stood showing his aristocratic pose puffing out his chest. "We'll just see what Berlin has to say after I make my report on Hochstetter. Everyone knows it was the Wehrmacht who killed Waechter. He should be spending his time looking for the real killers not wasting time and resources in the most secure camp in all of Germany! Schultz, arrest the Gestapo mole and throw him into the cooler until Hochstetter comes to get him."
"Jawohl," Schultz saluted before leaving the office. He knew exactly which cell he'd place the man in, and would have a guard stand watch until they could get rid of Pfeffer.
"What are you still doing here?" Klink threw at Hogan.
"I was hoping to watch you in action when you called Hochstetter. It's not often one gets to see amaestro at work," Hogan replied enthusiastically.
Klink smiled smugly as he picked up the phone, waiting for the connection to Gestapo headquarters. "Major Hochstetter, you may pick up your other spy at your convenience."
"What are you talking about?" Hochstetter angrily replied with a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach.
"Sergeant Pfeffer or should we call him Lieutenant Kleer? He's waiting for you in the cooler. You should know by now that I know everything going on in this camp. Nothing escapes me!" Klink said with exaggerated importance.
"Then why did it take you months to discover they were in your camp?" Hochstetter asked, cursing that the job had gone awry with no positive results.
"I let them stay until they gave themselves enough rope to hang themselves. Come get your man, or I'll have him on the next train to the Russian Front!" Klink demanded before hanging up. Looking up at Hogan, he added with a smirk, "Hochstetter will be here within the hour. We'll be rid of Gestapo presence in camp once and for all."
"I do say you handled him masterfully, sir," Hogan said.
"Thank you. Dismissed," Klink ordered. Hogan gave him a semi-sharp salute leaving the office glad that Gestapo headache would soon be over. All new guards in camp would have to be vetted much more carefully.
"Take your man and keep out of my camp," Klink ordered as Schultz escorted Pfeffer into the office an hour later.
Hochstetter glared at the Kommandant. "If you knew what was going on in this camp, you'd be asking for the help!"
Klink stood with an air of supremacy, "I know everything that happens in Stalag 13."
"So you know that Sergeants Carter and Olsen were involved in the death of my brother and decided to keep that information quiet?" Pfeffer questioned accusingly.
"Of course they weren't! That's the most ridiculous allegations I've ever heard," Klink said indigently.
"What proof do you have?" Hochstetter asked, hoping something could be salvaged and Hogan arrested.
"Carter was mysteriously injured the same night Walter was murdered. It won't take much of a real interrogation to get a full confession. The man talks non-stop," Pfeffer answered confidently.
"There's no mystery to his injury. He was playing ball, fell, and landed on a stick, which punctured his leg. It's all in the reports," Klink said.
"I saw him fall that's exactly what happened," Schultz spoke up. Hogan might not be telling the truth about what happened to Carter, but he promised that they had nothing to do with Waechter's death. Schultz wanted to believe him, had to believe him. Besides, it was obvious that Carter had been shot, and there was no gunfire exchanged in Waechter's death. The other monkey business, he knew nothing!
"An examination by a doctor would tell the truth about the incident," Pfeffer insisted.
"You are questioning the word of my most trusted loyal guard on some wild goose chase instead of trying to find the real killers. I will not stand for it," Klink was outraged.
"How do you explain Olsen?" Pfeffer threw out.
"Obviously you weren't an observant guard for being here several months. Sergeant Olsen is a frequent guest in the cooler. He gets wire happy and makes an escape attempt every few months. I'm aware of his recent activity and we've already thwarted his most recent escape plot before he had the opportunity to carry it out. A few times, he's made it outside the wire, but usually he's caught before he can get that far. There's never been a successful escape from Stalag 13, and there never will be," Klink boasted.
"I know there's more to it than he's telling, Major," Pfeffer contended, turning towards Hochstetter.
"If this Olsen is such a problem prisoner then we'll take him off your hands," Hochstetter said with a wicked grin.
"He's not a problem; we know how to handle men like him. There's no need for the Gestapo to be concerned over one enlisted man. You would do better talking with the Wehrmacht to find out why your man was killed," Klink ordered.
"Do not tell me how to run an investigation!" Hochstetter growled.
"Then take your man and get out of my camp. If I ever find another Gestapo mole in Stalag 13 again, I'll put him on the next train eastward bound," Klink promised.
"Bah!" Hochstetter yelled stomping out of the office. Schultz handed Pfeffer a duffel bag with his personal belongings packed, glad to see the man leave. "We will find who killed your brother, and you will have your revenge."
"What do you think, sir?" Kinch asked unplugging the coffee pot.
"When Klink gets riled up, he can act like an officer. I'm impressed. At least that's settled, now all we have to do is get rid of François," Hogan answered. The sooner the better, he hoped without any more incidences. But when did anything ever go easy for them?