"Well, under my direction, at least thirty picture patrols a day were made to various points along the entire coastline. Light bombers1 and reconnaisance planes took the pictures. And a fighter unit or two went along as escort and protection. There were air scrambles3, of course, on every patrol. We suffered a slight loss in pilots and planes, but we did get our pictures. Well, for the first few days those pictures told us absolutely nothing that we didn't already know. Then it suddenly became very apparent that there was something going on in Zone K Dash Twenty-Four. That Zone, for your information, extends from Dunkirk to Ostende, to Calais, to Boulogne, to Dieppe. In other words, the strip of Occupied France shoreline closest to the British Isles4. There the photos told us that changes were being made every day. Pictures taken on two successive days simply didn't match up with each other at all. Gun implacements were different, ammo depots6 and the like were all changed around, anti-aircraft battery posts, and signs of troops and motorized unit movements were different. In other words, the whole blasted length of shoreline, and inland for fifteen miles or more, was a different kind of a jumble7 from day to day."
The Air Ministry8 official paused, frowned at his dead pipe, and pulled out some more matches. Dave started to ask a question, hesitated a second, and Freddy Farmer beat him to it.
"That sounds like the Jerries were on to you, sir," he said quietly. "I mean, that they mussed up things on purpose so that you couldn't make out head nor tail of what was going on in that Zone."
Group Captain Ball blew a cloud of thick smoke toward the ceiling, smiled at Freddy, and nodded.
"Good lad, Farmer," he said. "That's exactly the way we figured it. We decided9 definitely that they were playing a bit of a game with us. Pulling our leg, you know. And then we got pictures on the Twenty-Fifth. That was three days ago. They were the most mystifying of the lot. Every blessed one of them showed definite signs that the Zone had been completely evacuated10. Yes, sir! Completely evacuated. Even the pilots taking part in the picture patrol reported they saw no signs of occupancy. True, they were at altitude, and the Jerry planes, of course, were there to give them trouble. But what little opportunity they did have to observe the terrain11 below resulted in nothing of value. Eye witnesses and photographs assured us that the German forces had just up and cleared out."
The Air Ministry office made a faint motion with his hand, and snorted softly.
"Naturally we suspected some kind of a trick at once," he continued in a moment. "We knew, perfectly12 well that Hitler wasn't going to up and walk away from ground that had cost him so much in men and guns. No, not that greedy one! No, it was obvious that they had simply dug places where they could hide during the day, and did their work, whatever it was, during the night. And so we made arrangements to top them on that little game."
Group Captain Ball cut off the last short and stared fixedly13 at his pipe. It had gone out again, but it was plain that he was not even conscious of the fact. His thoughts were on something completely removed from his hand carved stove. To Dave and Freddy the senior officer's face seemed to suddenly age a dozen years or more. His shoulders sagged15 slightly, and his lips were pressed tightly together in a grimace16 of bitter self-reproach. Then presently he lifted his head and got his shoulders back.
"I'd give my life if I could recall that order," he said in a husky voice. "The order was for the light bomber2-photo planes to go over at night, as though on a bombing mission. When they were over their objective they were to release the new powerful magnesium17 flares18 used nowadays for night photography. They were to dive, catch those on the ground by surprise, and take their pictures."
"The pictures still showed evidence of complete evacuation, sir?" Freddy Farmer put the question when the Air Ministry official stopped and didn't go on.
"There were no pictures," the man said harshly.
"No pictures, sir?" Dave echoed. Then as a wild guess, "Oh, you mean the patrol was washed-out?"
Group Captain Ball turned his head and stared at him out of eyes filled with sorrow.
"I mean that the patrol was wiped out!" he said in a heavy voice. "Not a single plane or pilot returned to base. Ten Lockheed Hudsons and not a one of them has been heard from since. They all just completely disappeared!"
The senior officer stopped abruptly19 and a tingling20 silence settled over the interior of the Squadron Office. Dave wanted to say something, but he could not think of the right words. A lump of lead was rolling around inside his stomach, and the palms of his hands had suddenly become strangely hot and clammy. Ten Lockheed Hudsons roaring out over the Channel, and on into complete and utter oblivion? It wasn't a pleasant thought. It was the sort of thing that seemed to drain the blood from a fellow's body, and dumped ice cubes on his brain, no matter how many times he had personally battled with death. The known you could always take. It was the unknown, the eerie21, and the mysterious that cut your heart up into small pieces, and clawed your nerves to shreds22.
"No report at all on what happened, sir?" Dave presently asked, though he knew full well what the answer would be.
"No, none at all," Group Captain Ball replied without looking at him. "The patrol took off, and never came back."
"I might add," Colonel Trevor spoke23 up quietly, "that Intelligence H.Q. contacted every one of its agents in the Occupied Zones. That is, all whom it was possible to contact. Not one of them could give us a satisfactory explanation."
"I say!" Freddy Farmer suddenly gasped24, and then instantly subsided25 into silence.
Group Captain Ball swiveled around in his chair and shot the English youth a keen look.
"You say, what?" he demanded. "You've just thought of something?"
Freddy started to shake his head, and then to Dave's surprise he shot a guilty look at Squadron Leader Markham. Eighty-Four's O.C. took the look with a puzzled frown.
"What now, Farmer?" he asked. "Your face has a bit of a telltale expression, you know. Spoke out of turn, eh?"
"In a way, sir, I guess," Freddy said with an apologetic smile. "Never thought I'd mention it, but.... Well, after all that's been said, perhaps I'd better mention it."
"If it has a bearing on our present problem," Group Captain Ball said sharply, "I'm giving you an order to mention it! And jolly well right now!"
The English youth stared at him and nodded meekly26.
"Of course, sir," he said. Then, "It was two nights ago ... Tuesday night ... the photo patrol took off and never returned?"
"That's correct," the Air Ministry official said with a curt27 nod. "Tuesday night."
"That Zone covers quite a bit of ground, sir," Freddy said next. "Naturally, the patrol didn't expect to photo the entire area. Do you happen to know what their main objective was? I mean, the exact location?"
"Certainly I do!" the Group Captain snapped in an annoyed tone. "The area between Boulogne and Lille. Day to day changes there had attracted our interest the most. We.... Now what? What the devil, Farmer? You're turning pale as a blasted ghost. For Heaven's sake, what's on your mind, lad?"
Freddy gulped28, swallowed hard, and shot another guilty look at Squadron Leader Markham.
"You won't like this, sir," he said, "but I'd better tell it now. Last Tuesday night I took up one of the night flying planes for a little test hop29 about the field. You remember, sir?"
"I do," the Squadron Leader said, and fixed14 him with a hard stare. "You were up almost three hours. Matter of fact, I've been meaning to tell you to make your night test hops30 shorter in future. I know that was a special plane with extra tanks to permit lengthy31 practice. But three hours is too long. Yes, I remember. So what about it?"
"I did not make my test hop within sight of the field, sir," Freddy said as his face turned a bit red. "Fact is.... Well, I sort of went hunting for trouble. I mean.... Well, I came across a flight from our Bomber Command on its way over to Naziland. I tagged along hoping that a Jerry night fighter or two would come up once they reached the other side of the Channel."
"Well, I'll be hanged!" Squadron Leader Markham breathed as Freddy faltered32. "Remind me to make an example of you to the rest of the Squadron, my lad. Lots of pilots have been jolly well broken out of Service for less."
"Yes, I know, sir," Freddy said in a crestfallen33 tone. "I was a perfect idiot."
"You were completely balmy!" the Squadron Leader growled34. "But never mind that for the present. Did night fighters come up after the bombers?"
"No, sir!" Freddy said, brightening a little. "There wasn't a single bit of action. Not even anti-aircraft guns or searchlights. I tagged the patrol a bit farther inland, and then turned back and headed for home. I had almost reached the Jerry side of the Channel when there was what seemed to be a terrific explosion to my southeast. The whole earth seemed to explode fire and smoke. It was miles from my position yet the glare actually blinded me for an instant. Then the light died down to a reddish glow in the distance. But, I didn't go and investigate, sir."
"Blessed wonder you didn't!" Squadron Leader Markham said, and hid a faint smile by wiping his mouth with his hand. "You figured the spot where the explosion occurred, I suppose?"
"Yes, sir," Freddy replied instantly. "From my own position I judged it to be about half way between Boulogne and Lille. I didn't go and investigate because I assumed that it was the bombers I had tagged blasting some Jerry ammo dump, or something. So I just came on back home, and landed. Sorry, sir, but.... Well, I thought it best I tell you, considering."
"Well, fessing up may help you a little," Markham grunted35. "Doesn't excuse your being a crazy idiot, though."
Freddy started to apologize again, but checked it as Colonel Trevor leaned toward him.
"The location of that explosion, Farmer!" he said sharply. "You are sure of it? Positive?"
"Oh quite, sir," the English youth assured him. "Fact is, the blinking glare lighted up some landmarks36 that I recognized easily. But, as I say, it was probably those bombers of ours giving a Jerry ammo dump, or rail-head, a good drubbing."
"It wasn't!" Group Captain Ball cut in with a violent shake of his head. "The Bomber Command received very definite orders not to send a single unit over that area Tuesday night. It was to be left strictly37 alone so that the photo patrol planes would be able to work unhindered. No, none of our bombers were over that point Tuesday night."
"By the way, Farmer," Colonel Trevor got in quickly. "Did you happen to note the time of the explosion, by any chance?"
The English youth pursued his lips and squinted38 his eyes at the office wall in a mannerism39 of deep and concentrated thought. After a moment he sat up a bit straighter and nodded.
"Yes, of course, I did, sir!" he replied. "I distinctly remember glancing at the instrument board watch. I remember because I was flying with all dash lights out, and the glare of the explosion was bright enough for me to see the time. It was exactly twenty-seven minutes before midnight, sir!"
Colonel Trevor slowly let clamped air from his lungs, leaned back in his chair and looked at Group Captain Ball. The Air Ministry official returned the look and slowly nodded his head up and down as though it were hinged in the middle.
"Yes," he said as though talking to himself, "that time would just about put the photo patrol over their first objective. Yes, that explosion, or whatever it was ... must have been the end of those brave chaps. Blast this war! Blast me for issuing that order!"
No one said anything for a moment or two after the senior officer stopped speaking. Then Colonel Trevor spoke to Freddy again.
"You'd better go into detail on that little off the record night flight you made, Farmer," he said. "Did anything else happen? See anything else that didn't seem quite right to you?"
The English youth went into his thinking act again, and came out of it shrugging his shoulders.
"No, sir," he said. "Can't say, that there was anything else. It did seem a bit strange, though, that Jerry ground gunners and searchlight lads didn't do anything about that bomber flight passing over. And, of course, there wasn't a thing done about me when I returned back over the Channel. Quiet as could be, and twice as dark below. Fact is, I don't recall spotting a single light on the ground. But, of course, that's not unusual. Jerry knows quite a bit about black-out technique, too."
Colonel Trevor nodded, said nothing, and fell to studying his fingernails some more. Dave waited for somebody to say something, and when the silence continued he offered his suggestion to Group Captain Ball.
"If it hasn't already been made, sir," he said, "why not have a daylight photo patrol made over that area?"
"I thought of that," the Air Ministry official replied with a nod. "In fact I had arranged for a patrol to be made. Only...."
The senior officer paused and smiled at Squadron Leader Markham.
"Only the arrangements went haywire," he said. "My orders came here instead of going to another Squadron. However, as I've already said, I consider that fortunate rather than unfortunate. Frankly40, I'd rather have Eighty-Four tackle the job."
"There's nothing particularly hard about escort work, sir," Markham spoke up quietly. "In my opinion any squadron in the Fighter Command is just as good as the next."
"Don't be modest, Markham!" Group Captain Ball said with a chuckle41. "I appreciate your desire to keep your squadron working as a unit. However, the job I have in mind is not exactly a routine affair. True, nothing out of the way may happen. On the other hand it is possible that Jerry may be planning something very special, knowing full well that the photo planes are over there to try and find out what happened to the missing patrol. You see?"
The Squadron Leader nodded and smiled faintly.
"I didn't expect you to let us out of it, sir," he said and broadened his smile. "Just the old hen looking out for her chicks, if you understand what I mean, sir. Rather fond of my lads, and want to keep them around as long as I can. However, I have a suggestion to make."
"By all means, Markham!" the senior officer said quickly. "By all means. What is it?"
"Make it a voluntary affair, as stated in your orders, sir," Eighty-Four's O.C. said, "but permit the entire Squadron to volunteer. I know every one of my chaps will be eager to go along. And if there is trouble, and I fancy there will be, then the more escort pilots there are along the safer it will be for the photo planes."
"Splendid, Markham!" Group Captain Ball cried. "A splendid idea. Of course, that means you want to lead the Patrol?"
"Yes, sir," Markham replied. "Naturally, I wouldn't want to ... er, miss any of the fun."
"I suspected as much," the Adastral House official said with a chuckle. "Very well, then, Markham. We'll tackle it on that basis. I'll inform the Fifty-Fifth Bomber Command Squadron that you will serve as their escort. We'll schedule the patrol for first thing at dawn tomorrow, and...."
"Why not today, sir?" Markham interrupted with an apologetic gesture. "We've got all afternoon, and the sooner you get those pictures, the sooner you may be able to find out something ... I hope."
"True," Group Captain Ball said. "Quite true, Markham. On the other hand, delaying things another day may give Jerry the idea we're no longer interested in that Zone. Sort of catch him off guard, you might say. It's a chance worth taking. We jolly well might profit from it."
"Yes, I see your point, sir," Markham said with a nod. "And, after all, we've got a little preparing to do. Checking planes, engines, and all that sort of thing. Right you are, sir. Tomorrow morning at dawn it is."
"Good!" Group Captain Ball said. Then turning toward Dave and Freddy he continued, "And now I have a bit of a surprise for you two chaps. In recognition of your...."
The Air Ministry official stopped short and stared hard at Dave Dawson, who seemed not to be listening. The Yank born R.A.F. ace5 was gazing out the Squadron Office window with a look on his face that seemed to indicate his thoughts were a million miles away.
Group Captain Ball cleared his throat, and reached out a hand and tapped Dave on the knee.
"Day dreaming, Dawson?" he asked sharply. "All this sort of bores you, eh?"
Dave jumped as though he had been shot, swallowed hard, and went beet42 red to the roots of his hair.
"No, sir, of course not!" he said hastily. "I was.... Well, I was just thinking, sir."
"Really?" the senior officer murmured. "Mind telling us about what, Dawson?"
Dave turned even a shade redder, and avoided Group Captain Ball's steady gaze.
"About the photo patrol you're planning, sir," he finally said after a couple of false starts. "It seems to me.... That is.... Well, I mean sir, I...."
"Come, come, Dawson!" the Adastral House official jacked him up as he stumbled. "Just what do you mean, anyway?"
Dave hesitated, then took a deep breath, and sort of squared his shoulders.
"Begging your pardon, sir," he said, "but I'm not in favor of your plan at all. Frankly, I don't think you'd gain any more from it than you have from the others. To tell the truth, I've got a hunch43 it would be a waste of time, and perhaps a loss of pilots and planes!"
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evacuated
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magnesium
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