Stalag 171953

Sefton:
Okay, Herr Preisshoffer, let's have the mailbox.

Price:
The what?

Sefton:
The one you took out of the corner of your bunk and put in this pocket!

Sefton:
Let me show you how they did it. They did it by mail.

Harry Shapiro:
Mail?

Sefton:
That's right. Little love notes between our Security officer and Von Scherbach, with Schulz the mailman.

Sefton:
Here's the flag. They used to put a loop in the chord. (Does so) Did you ever notice? And here's the mailbox. Hollow black queens. (Pops the two queens open) Cute, huh? They delivered the mail or picked it up whenever we were out of the barracks, like for appell. And when there was a special delivery, they'd pull a phony air raid to get us out of here, like last night for instance. There wasn't a plane in the sky. Or was there, Price?