Biggles and the Blue Moon

Algy drew a deep breath of relief. He did not move, but stood staring into the soft moonlight listening, while he could still hear the engine. The sound faded. As there was now no point in remaining he had half turned away when from the direction of the road came a spasmodic burst of gunshots, rifle or revolver. He stiffened. He looked at Lin Seng. Their eyes met. There was nothing to say.