livered at his headquarters, Comrade Marty."
"Where is it from, Comrade"
"From behind the fascist lines," Gomez said.
AndrMarty extended his hand for the dispatch and the other papers. He glanced at them and put them in his pocket.
"Arrest them both," he said to the corporal of the guard. "Have them searched and bring them to me when I send for them."
With the dispatch in his pocket he strode on into the interior of the big stone house.
Outside in the guard room Gomez and Andr閟 were being searched by the guard.
"What passes with that man" Gomez said to one of the guards.
"_Estloco_," the guard said. "He is crazy."
"No. He is a political figure of great importance," Gomez said. "He is the chief commissar of the International Brigades."
"_Apesar de eso, estloco_," the corporal of the guard said. "All the same he''s crazy. What do you behind the fascist lines"
"This comrade is a guerilla from there," Gomez told him while the man searched him. "He brings a dispatch to General Golz. Guard well my papers. Be careful with that money and that bullet on the string. It is from my first wound at Guadarama."
"Don''t worry," the corporal said. "Everything will be in this drawer. Why didn''t you ask me where Golz was"
"We tried to. I asked the sentry and he called you."
"But then came the crazy and you asked him. No one should ask him anything. He is crazy. Thy Golz is up the road three kilometers from here and to the right in the rocks of the forest."