Determined not to let my knees tremble, I forced myself up the steps to the room where I had been directed. I knocked on the door. No one answered, so I opened it. As the door swung open, I saw a round table filled with high-ranking Nazis. Their caps were on the table, and in the middle of the table was a radio. The radio was playing an English broadcast. Right away, I recognized the BBC.

All their eyes burned into me. I realized that I had accidentally witnessed them committing a crime of treason, for which the penalty was death. I knew they would do with me what they would, so I had nothing more to lose. "Who is in charge?" I asked.
Why is this excerpt suspenseful?