They took us two at a time into an inner room for examination.

I had explained to Peter all about this formality, but I was glad we went in together, for they made us strip to the skin, and I had to curse him pretty seriously to make him keep quiet.

The men who did the job were fairly civil, but they were mighty thorough.

They took down a list of all we had in our pockets and bags, and all the details from the passports the Rotterdam agent had given us.
We were dressing when a man in a lieutenant's uniform came in with a paper in his hand.

He was a fresh-faced lad of about twenty, with short-sighted spectacled eyes.
'Herr Brandt,' he called out.
I nodded.
'And this is Herr Pienaar ?' he asked in Dutch.
He saluted.