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Algy
watched as the last of the crates were loaded into his “Scout”. “That’s all of
them, is it?” he said to Raymond, who was standing beside him watching the
proceedings.
“I think
so, yes.”
“Good. I’d
best be off then.”
“Er,
Lacey, just one moment.”
Algy
turned. “Yes?”
Raymond
glanced around nervously and lowered his voice. “There’s one other thing that
you need to do, other than try and find out what happened to the other
secretaries and whoever’s behind this ghost business. You see, someone on that
island is leaking secrets to the Russians. And unless we find out who it is, we
may find ourselves preparing for another world war.”
“Really?”
said Algy, who had heard the phrase too many times to be impressed. Everything
the air police did seemed to be about stopping some big catastrophe that might
never happen. “Well, I’ll see what I can do.”
“No, no,
Lacey, you don’t seem to understand the seriousness of the situation. You have to find out who this man is, and
quickly. The fate of the whole world rests on this.”
“Does it,
sir?” said Algy, walking towards the plane. “Well, that’s just too bad, isn’t
it?”
&&&
“A Sopwith
Camel!” Biggles stared at the plane as if he had never seen one before.
“I’ve tried
to keep it as authentic as possible,” said Todd. “Except it’s hard to get the
original parts nowadays so I’ve had to do some improvising. Like to try it?”
Biggles
cast a quick glance at his wife.
“Don’t
worry about me, James. I’ll just go inside and have some coffee. You go on.”
“Are you
sure you don’t mind?”
“Of course
not, dear. I may even come out and try it later. I’ve never flown a Camel
before.”
Biggles
tried to visualize his wife flying a Camel and found that he couldn’t. She was
wearing exceptionally high heels and a light blue sundress; nothing could have
been further from his memories of World War I. “Well, I’ll see you later then,
shall I?”
“Of
course, darling.” Jane kissed him on the cheek and walked away.
Biggles
clambered into the cockpit with long practiced ease and smiled. “All right,
then,” he murmured to himself. “Let’s see if I remember how this goes. Contact!”
“Contact!”
was the prompt reply from Todd.
“Here
goes,” said Biggles, opening the throttle wide open.
“Good
luck!” shouted Todd, giving him a thumbs-up.
Biggles
returned the gesture.
And that
was when he heard the screaming.
&&&
Bertie
came into the flat and looked around in a puzzled manner. “What ho, old
warrior,” he greeted, as Ginger appeared in the doorway of his bedroom. “Where’s
Algy?”
“He’s
gone.”
Bertie
glanced around, looking alarmed now. “Gone? What do you mean, gone?”
“Just that—he’s
gone. Off to America.”
Bertie
adjusted his monocle. “I say, old boy, are you all right, and all that sort of thing?
You’re looking rather—”
“We had an
argument,” Ginger blurted out. “Just before he left. I asked him if we were
going to get Biggles back for the mission and he said no, so I told him he was usurping
the throne and he just left.”
Bertie’s
eyes looked in danger of popping out of their sockets. “You said what?” he asked.
“I know. I
don’t know what came over me. I did ring him up to apologize afterwards but he
was busy then and I don’t think he was really listening. What am I going to do?”
Bertie
shrugged. “Well, you’ve apologized, haven’t you, old boy? That should be the
end of it.”
“But he
wasn’t really listening, I tell you. And he’s going off to America! By himself!”
“All
right, all right,” murmured Bertie, backing away a little. “There’s no need to
get so bally excited, what?”
“I know
what I’ll do,” said Ginger, abruptly.
Bertie’s
brow furrowed but he said nothing.
“I’m going
to go to America, too.”
“What?”
“I’m going
to go after Algy,” decided Ginger, with the sort of firm conviction that only
the very drunk, the very deluded, and the very determined possess. “See you
later.”
And with
that, he walked out of the flat.
I take back everything I said about Ginger. He's so clearly sorry for what he said. and that scream? Can't wait for more.
ReplyDeleteI sincerely hope you still feel so positive after you see what comes next.
ReplyDeleteAnd I don't know what comes next...
Thank goodness Ginger's behaving more normally!! And he should be highly remorseful after speaking to Algy like he did!!! Very glad to hear him being so sorry.
ReplyDeleteThis is looking bally interesting, old top.
Can't wait to hear what the screaming was all about.
Perhaps Jane's scared of mice...
ReplyDeleteGinger and Smyth once tried to scare off Stella Carstairs with tales of mice.... Perhaps Smyth's turned up to help a hand - and this time the trick's worked...
ReplyDelete: - )
Jumping Jupiter, what book was that in?? It sounds hilarious! :P
ReplyDeleteAA--the book is Biggles & Co.
ReplyDeleteAnd to everyone who's hoping that the screaming is Jane getting murdered, I just have to say, no such luck!
What a pity [sigh]
ReplyDeleteWell...it might be someone kidnapping her...There's hope...
ReplyDeleteOnly if she doesn't come back
ReplyDeleteI couldn't agree more...
ReplyDeleteIs Bertie going to go haring off after Ginger? I hope so. No one left to answer the phones. Jane kidnapped (fingers crossed) Biggles ringing up for help and NO ONE AT HOME! But I guess you've got your own ideas, Soppy. Just don't keep us waiting too long
ReplyDeleteIf Biggles finds no one at home he might send Jane back to answer the phone.
ReplyDeleteBut then he would obviously go with her. Which I'm sure isn't what you lot want to see...?