World War II Police Raid in Argentina

It was now during World War II and an interesting thing happened. It was mission conference time and missionaries had come in from all over the country, carrying briefcases. Someone in the neighborhood called the police stating that our house was a Nazi headquarters and all those blond fellows, Nazi agents. I’m afraid I slept through all of it but have been told all about it. In fact, my mother was very grateful I slept though it and also Greta. If she had awakened suddenly, she might have started speaking German and that would not have been very good.
My parents had gone to bed and were awakened by someone ringing the doorbell, it was 1:30 a.m! As my Dad was getting up there was a man at the window with a gun. At first, Dad thought it was robbers, then realized it was the police. An Elder called him from the front door of the house where the police were holding a gun on him. They wanted him to unlock the door but wouldn’t let him get the key which has hanging on the wall in the hallway.
When Dad unlocked the door, six policemen and an inspector came in and held guns on everyone, with one in my Dad’s back. Dad was ordered to lead them on a search of the house. In the basement they asked to see the printing press but all we had was a small mimeograph machine. Mom was so nervous she couldn’t find her robe that was on the foot of her bed. She worried the whole Dad was with the police.
Dad was then ordered upstairs, where most of the missionaries were sleeping. The police told them to stop playing possum. One of the policemen noticed American passports lying on the table and asked Dad about them, the first time they let him talk. He explained they were all North Americans and missionaries. When the police realized just who they were they became very apologetic. There had been six police inside and others outside at every window.
The inspector became rather worried as they had come without a search warrant. He asked Dad if he would sign a paper absolving him of the responsibility of coming without the warrant that he would probably lose his job if a complaint had been made to the American Embassy. Dad thought it better to sign. The fellow was too nervous to type the statement so Dad typed and then signed it.
The inspector became a friend and when, due to the war, meetings were only to be held in Spanish, he arranged for them to hold meetings in English with the new American missionaries.