With Beryl, and Iris5, he had dined an hour ago, after which Beryl had gone for a flight in “The Hornet.” She had been away more than half-an-hour when, seated alone, he drained his liqueur, placed his cigarette-end in the ash-tray, and glanced anxiously at his wrist-watch.
Then he had gone out into the calm June night.
Passing from the spacious6 gardens surrounding the Court—ill-kept nowadays, for all the men were serving in the Army—he went down to “The Hornet’s Nest.”
He opened the sliding door sufficiently7 to allow himself to enter, and for the next hour he was busy within. At last he reappeared with an old, wide-mouthed kitbag, similar to those used by hunting men in pre-war days.
Carrying it across the field to the opposite corner, he opened it beneath the high elm-tree which they were always compelled to avoid in their ascents9 or descents. Then he took out a coil of black-enamelled wire, the end of which bore a lead plummet12. Carefully examining the coil, he held it loosely in his hand and, stepping back a few paces, quickly swung the lead around[83] his head half-a-dozen times, and then, with a sudden jerk, released it, sending it high up into the branches of the tree, where it remained with its wire attached. A few feet down the wire, towards the ground, there had been inserted a brown porcelain14 insulator15, while, as the airman paid out the wire, receding16 from the tree as he did so, a second insulator came into view.
Having let out sufficient wire, he at last pegged17 its end to the ground. Thus, from the grass to the tree, stretched up a long single wire. From his square-mouthed bag he took out a small box of polished mahogany and, opening it, there was disclosed within a complete little wireless18 set. A small mat of copper19 gauze he took also from the bag and, spreading it upon the damp grass as an “earth,” he connected up his instruments with expert hand.
Presently he glanced at the watch on his wrist; by this time the twilight20 was rapidly falling, the mists were rising, and a few sparks of light could be seen twinkling deep down in the grey valley. Then he removed his cap and, assuming the double head ’phones, carefully adjusted his detector21 and listened attentively22.
From anyone passing along the high road he was entirely23 hidden from view. The possession of wireless was forbidden under heavy penalty by the Defence of the Realm Act, but Ronnie Pryor was one of the fortunate few whose permits for experiment had been recently renewed by the Admiralty.
“H’m!” he exclaimed aloud. “There’s Norddeich going strong, sending out the usual German official lies—and also the Eiffel Tower. Two budgets of official war news at the same time!”
[84]Again he listened with great patience and attention, as he knelt upon the grass. The neat little installation was, of course, for receiving only, there being no electrical current for transmission. A small, round ebonite handle at the end of the box he turned backwards24 and forwards very slowly, altering his wave-length ever and anon, making it longer or shorter in order to “tune” himself to the message he was apparently25 expecting.
Once again he glanced at his watch very anxiously. Then, for the next three-quarters of an hour, while the dusk deepened into darkness, he remained upon his patient vigil.
“At last!” he gasped26 aloud, as he switched on a little shaded lamp which shone obliquely27 within the box; then he bent28 down, and, on a small writing-pad, began to take down rapidly the letters he heard in Morse code—an unintelligible29 jumble30 of the alphabet, each nine letters being separated by a space.
Presently there ticked into his ears the three “shorts,” followed by “long-short-long,” which signified “end of work.” Still bending to the tiny light, he took from his pocket a little book. On consulting it, he placed over each code-letter its de-coded equivalent, afterwards reading it to his apparent satisfaction.
Then he rose, standing31 with his face to the north, and gazing over the wide valley into the night sky. He lit a cigarette, and remained there for a full quarter of an hour. Afterwards he consulted a map from his pocket and then, lighting32 another cigarette, waited somewhat impatiently. Now and then he could hear the roar of a car or a motor-cycle passing along the high road at the back of him.
[85]About three-quarters of an hour after the reception of the message, Pryor connected up four dry batteries he had in his bag to a lamp with a wide lens, which he placed on its back upon the ground, so that the beams were directed upwards33. Then again, after pulling down the wire, he seated himself upon a root of the great tree and waited, listening very attentively.
At last he heard a faint hum in the darkness—a low sound like the distant buzzing of a bee.
It was approaching rapidly—an aeroplane high in the dark sky, for neither moon nor stars showed that night. The machine was approaching from the direction of London, yet, though he strained his eyes, he could not distinguish it in that dark-blue vault34 above.
On it came rapidly in his direction. Into the electric circuit he had put a little tapping-key and, touching35 it, he tapped out the Morse letters: “X X D”—his own wireless call number.
Time after time he repeated the call “X X D—X X D!” at the same time straining his eyes into the darkness.
Suddenly, almost exactly above him, he saw, like a tiny star in the sky, a light twinkling. He read the message, and knew that his signal had been seen and read.
Next second he tapped out upon the key—flashing it to the arriving aeroplane—the direction of the light wind, afterwards opening up the light to serve as a guide. The aeroplane, humming above in the darkness, swept down lower and lower in half-mile spirals until, of a sudden, a powerful searchlight beamed out from it, directed upon the earth below; its pilot was looking for a safe landing-place.
Slowly it circled round and round until, a few[86] minutes later, it came to earth in the opposite corner of the field to that in which Ronnie was standing. In an instant, with the cessation of the throbbing36 of the engine, the light was shut off, and Pryor, having long ago packed up his wireless, hastened across.
“Hullo!” he shouted into the darkness.
“Hullo, Ronnie!” answered a girl’s voice cheerily, and a few seconds later Beryl Gaselee received a warm and fond caress37.
“I got your message all right, darling!” the man exclaimed, while the girl, in her workmanlike air-woman’s kit8, stood before the propeller38 and stretched her arms above her head after her long flight away into Hampshire and back. By the light of Ronnie’s flash-lamp she was revealed in her leather flying-cap, her hair tucked away beneath it, her mackintosh confined at the waist by a wide belt, and, instead of a skirt, brown mechanic’s overalls39.
“I came across Bedford and St. Albans, but just beyond I had a terrible fright. I was flying low in order to pick up a railway-line when, of a sudden, a searchlight opened up from somewhere and I was attacked by two anti-aircraft guns. One shell whistled within five yards of the left plane of ‘The Hornet.’ Indeed, it was quite a miracle that I was not winged.”
“But couldn’t the fools see the rings on the planes? Didn’t you bank in order to show them?”
“Of course I did, but I was in a cloud, and they could not see me with any accuracy. You see, I never gave word to headquarters that I was going up. I quite forgot it.”
“Oh, well, in that case it is only natural that they would fire upon any stray aircraft at night!”[87] Ronnie replied. “But I got your message all right, which proves that our wireless works well. Where were you when you sent it?”
“I had flown about ten miles beyond Oxford40. I had some trouble with the engine, so I was late in starting,” she replied. “You left your kit in the machine,” she added, and, climbing again into “The Hornet,” she threw out a leather cap and a heavy mackintosh.
“Did you hear anything suspicious?” she asked, as he placed the bag containing the wireless in the observer’s seat.
“Yes,” he replied. “It was just as we have guessed—enemy messages on a short wave-length. Not very plain, to be sure, but they are being transmitted, without a doubt. I heard you perfectly,” he added. “But we haven’t much time to waste if we are to keep the appointment.”
“The ’bus is going beautifully,” Beryl said. “I should have had quite a pleasant trip if it were not for the ‘Archie-fire.’”
“They may believe that the enemy send aeroplanes over to us at night painted to resemble ours. That is the reason you got peppered, no doubt,” he said. “We must give that station a wide berth41 in future.”
Climbing into the pilot’s seat he examined the map set beneath the small electric bulb, and afterwards slipped on his airman’s coat and cap, and buckled42 the strap43 round his waist. Then, after she had swung over the propeller, he helped his well-beloved into the observer’s seat into which she strapped44 herself.
With a quick bumpy45 run they sped over the pasture, and then, on the lower ground, they rose with a roar of the engine, turned and, passing[88] over the high road, circled over the opposite hill. Higher and higher Ronnie went up into the starless darkness, making great circles in order to get up five thousand feet.
As the speed increased in the darkness the machine, thrusting its nose still upwards and lying over resolutely46 in its long spiral climb, throbbed47 onward48 until, at a thousand feet, there came to both a delicious sense of relief as they moved along on an even keel.
For over an hour they flew until they were high above the long, steep High Street of Guildford, where only a few twinkling lights could be seen below, owing to the excellent precautions of its Chief Constable49. At that altitude, from the number of lights, an enemy airman would never have suspected it to be a town at all.
It was not long, however—even while they were circling above the town and Ronnie was taking his bearings—before two intense beams from searchlights shot out and almost blinded the aviators50. For fully13 two minutes the lights followed them. Then the watchers below, having satisfied themselves that it was a friendly ’plane, shut off again, and all was darkness.
They had flown perhaps nine miles from Guildford when, of a sudden, almost directly below them, there sprang up four points of red light—lit simultaneously51 by an electrical wire—which showed them their landing-place.
Down they swept until Ronnie, an expert in landing at night, found himself in a large grass-field. Collins came running forward eagerly to welcome him.
The four lights were at once extinguished, and the engine being shut off, all was quiet again.
“Well, sir, I think you’re quite right,” Collins[89] said at last. “I’ve been watching these two days, and there’s something mysterious in the wind.”
“Have you seen them?” asked Ronnie eagerly.
“Yes. A youngish man and a stout52 old woman. When I got down I found Shawfield to be only a tiny place with one old inn, The Bell, and I knew that a stranger’s movements would be well watched. So I went three miles farther, and took a room at The George, in Bricklehurst.”
“How far is the farm from here?” asked Beryl.
“Oh, about a mile—not more, miss! Behind that wood yonder,” he replied. “They had a visitor this afternoon—a tall, fair, well-dressed man. He’s probably spending the night there. I watched him arrive at Shawfield Station, and the man who calls himself Cator met him, and drove him in the car to the Manor53 Farm.”
“I wonder who the visitor is?” remarked Pryor.
“He is probably one of the gang,” Beryl suggested. “No doubt he has come down from London to see them in secret. The woman poses as Cator’s mother, I believe.”
“Yes, miss. I’ve discovered that they bought the Manor Farm in 1913, and that Cator had an excellent assistant, a Belgian, it was supposed—or at least he gave himself out to be that. Cator erected54 new farm-buildings that you will see—nice, red-brick structures with corrugated55 iron roofs, and spent a large sum of money on improvements.”
“Yes, that’s just the point, sir. But let’s get over there, and I’ll show you one or two things that I regard as suspicious.”
Thereupon the pair, guided by Collins, threw[90] off their air-clothes and crossed the field to a gate where a footpath57 led into a dark wood, the air-mechanic switching on a pocket-torch to light their way. They conversed58 only in whispers, lest there should be anyone lurking59 in the vicinity, and on traversing the wood, found themselves out upon a broad highway. Then, after going perhaps a quarter of a mile, they turned into a second wood and continued through it until, at its farther boundary, they saw before them, silhouetted60 against the night sky, a cluster of farm-buildings, with the farmhouse61 itself close by.
“Hush!” urged Collins. Then, drawing his companions near him, he halted and whispered, “See that long building—away from the others? That’s where the mystery lies!”
They both strained their eyes, and could see distinctly the long, low-built structure straight before them.
“Follow me,” Collins whispered. “Be careful to make no noise. There are two dogs in the yard yonder, but they’re chained up.”
“That’s a mercy!” Beryl remarked, as the pair moved slowly after the mechanic.
Suddenly, when they came out upon an ill-made track which was evidently a byway, Collins stopped and, turning his flash-lamp upon the ground, pointed62 out the recent marks of wheels, the broad, flat-tyred wheels of a motor-lorry.
“See what’s been here of late—eh?” he whispered. “Look!” and he slowly flashed the light across the road. “It’s been here quite half-a-dozen times recently—on different nights or days.”
“Yes,” replied Ronnie. “You are quite right! Do those tracks lead up to the building?”
[91]“Yes. Come and see.”
They went, and before the big, heavy doors which were locked so securely they saw, by the faint light the man showed, marks of where the lorry had backed right into the building.
“Then it must have a concrete floor!” remarked Ronnie as he examined the tracks intently. “Several lorries have been here, without a doubt. But might they not have been carting grain away?”
“No. Because no threshing has been done here for over two years.”
“Dare we go near the house?” Beryl asked.
“No, miss; it wouldn’t be wise. We’d have to pass through the yard, and the dogs would give tongue at once.”
“Oh, we mustn’t alarm them!” Ronnie said. “If we are to be successful we must do everything in secret and spring a real surprise. Only,” he added, “we must make quite certain that they are guilty.”
“Of course,” Beryl agreed. “But how?”
“Ah, that’s the point!” said Ronnie, taking out his own torch, and again examining the tracks of the lorry in the soft ground. With the aid of a folding foot-rule he drew forth from his pocket, he took measurements at several points in the road, then said:
“It is not always the same lorry that comes here. One is heavier than the other. The one which came most recently is the larger of the two, and from the depth of the rut it must have been loaded to its capacity. See there, where it sank into a soft place!”—and he indicated a spot where one wheel had sunk in very deeply.
“Further,” he went on, “I judge, by the recent dry weather, that those lorries have been here at[92] intervals63 of about three days. They came from some considerable distance, no doubt. The last was here yesterday, in which case the next would be here the day after to-morrow.”
“Then I can stay and see with my own eyes?” suggested Collins.
“Exactly my idea,” his master replied. “You could be an actual witness, and make a statement before I dare act.”
At that moment all three were startled by hearing voices. People were coming out of the farmhouse. The dogs in the yard barked—showing that the voice of one of the persons was that of a stranger—the man from London.
“Quick!” cried Collins. “Let’s get into hiding somewhere. I hope they won’t let those infernal dogs loose, or they’ll soon scent11 us out!”
“I hope not!” said Beryl, who, though a lover of dogs, held farm dogs, in such circumstances, in distinct suspicion.
All three sped quickly back, crouching64 behind a wooden fence close by, just as the fitful light of a lantern could be seen approaching. Three persons were revealed—the man Cator, his guest, and the fat old woman.
Ronnie and Beryl strained their ears to catch their conversation, but at first they could not distinguish a single word.
Suddenly the woman, with a loud laugh, spoke65 more distinctly. Yes! She spoke in German, the man from London answering in the same language!
They walked to the door of the long, low building which, after some difficulty, the man Cator unlocked, leaving his old hurricane-lamp outside. The trio went in; therefore it was plain one of them carried an electric torch.
[93]“I suppose they are showing him their handiwork—eh?” remarked Beryl in a whisper.
“No doubt. He has come down from London to make an inspection66, it seems.”
They could hear voices speaking in German within the building, but dared not emerge from their place of concealment67 to peer within. Ronnie had suggested it, but Beryl urged a judicious68 course.
“No, let Collins remain and watch,” she said in a whisper. “Every moment we remain here means graver peril69 to our plans. If they scent the slightest suspicion, then all our efforts will be in vain. Have you noticed over there? I’ve been looking at it for some minutes, and I don’t think my eyes deceive me.”
“What?” asked Ronnie.
“Why, look at that chimney-stack upon the farmhouse! Can’t you see something—a wire running from it right away to that high tree on the left?”
“Yes—by Gad70! That’s so, Beryl! Why, they’ve got wireless here! They evidently string up an aerial at night!”
“Well, I haven’t noticed that before!” said Collins. “But no doubt you’re right, sir. That’s a wireless aerial, without question.”
“Yes. But let’s get away,” Ronnie urged. “They may release those horrible dogs for a run, and then it would be all up.”
So the trio, creeping cautiously, receded71 by the dark path along which they had reached the Manor Farm, and were soon back again in the Monk’s Wood, as Collins told them it was named.
Back again at the spot where they had left “The Hornet” they held council.
“You remain here, Collins,” said Pryor.[94] “Watch the place, and see what arrives. The next lorry may come along the day after to-morrow, or the day after that. You will see what its load is. Then, having made certain, come back straight to Harbury. We’ll wait for you there. Telephone me, but not from the locality. You understand?”
“Very well, sir,” replied the air-mechanic, who, in a rather shabby blue suit, wore a brass72 badge as one doing national work.
Ronnie and Beryl climbed back into the machine, fastened the straps73 round themselves, and made all ready for their long flight from Surrey, across London, to Harbury Court.
They said good-bye to Collins, who, taking the propeller, pulled it over, while Pryor threw over the contact.
There was no response.
“Hullo! What’s up?” asked Ronnie.
“Don’t know, sir,” Collins said. “Try again.”
They both tried again—and again, but no response could be got out of the engine. “The Hornet” had lost its sting!
Both pilot and observer descended74 again to make a minute investigation75. Both of them were conversant76 with every point of an aero-engine, but neither could discover the fault. “The Hornet” had simply broken down!
For nearly an hour the trio worked hard to get a move on the engine, but without success.
At last Ronald declared that it would be best to wait until dawn, so they sat down upon the grass beneath the hedge, smoking cigarettes and chatting.
“By Jove!” exclaimed Ronnie. “If it is really true what we suspect, how we shall surprise them—eh?”
[95]“Yes, dear,” said his well-beloved. “But Collins must have absolute and undeniable evidence.”
“Of course. We cannot act without that. See over there—the faint light in the sky.”
Already the birds were twittering, and away somewhere a dog was barking furiously. In pre-war times the chimes of village church clocks would have struck the hour. But now, in fear of enemy aircraft, all chimes were silent.
Slowly the light stole over the hill, and presently all three walked over to “The Hornet” for another minute examination. Within ten minutes Collins had found the fault—quite a usual but unexpected one—and five minutes afterwards the engine was ready for the ascent10.
Pryor climbed into the pilot’s seat to test it, and did so half-a-dozen times before he pronounced his verdict that the machine was in a fit condition to fly back over London.
At last, when Ronnie and Beryl had climbed in and settled themselves, the mechanic swung over the propeller, the engine roared, and a few moments later they had left the earth, speeding higher and higher in the direction of London, on their return to Harbury Court.
Collins, as soon as they had left, wound up the electric wires connecting the little tin pans of petrol at each corner of the field, and hid the pans themselves in the hedge. Then, having removed all traces of the machine’s presence there, he started back on his three-mile walk to the obscure little village in which he had taken up his quarters.
Next day he relaxed his vigilance on the Manor[96] Farm and, with an elderly man, a retired79 schoolmaster whom he had met in the bar of The George, he went for a day’s fishing in the river which ran outside the village.
The old man, whose name was Haddon, had a wide knowledge of local affairs, and as soon as Collins mentioned Mrs. Cator and her son, he exclaimed:
“Ah! They had a very good manager in Mr. Bush, but he went away about a month before the war. He was a German, though he called himself Belgian.”
“How do you know he was a German?” asked Collins.
“Well, because my daughter’s in the post-office here, and she says that once or twice letters came for him bearing a Dutch stamp, and addressed to ‘Herr Büch,’ which is a German name.”
“Yes. That’s curious, isn’t it?”
“And there were some other curious facts, too. Before the war two foreigners very often came down to the Manor Farm to spend the week-end—gentlemen from London. I met them once or twice and heard them speaking in German.”
“But Mr. Cator isn’t German, is he?” asked Collins.
“Who knows? Some Germans who’ve lived here for years speak English so well that you can’t tell,” declared the ex-schoolmaster.
“Have you any reason for supposing that Cator is a German?” inquired Collins. “If he’s German, then what about his mother?”
“Well, it doesn’t follow that his mother is German. She may have been an English girl who married a German, you know.”
“If so, she certainly might be pro-German,”[97] Collins remarked, as they sat together on the river-bank eating their sandwiches.
“I certainly think she is, because my daughter tells me that old Emma Green’s girl, who was housemaid at the Manor Farm when war was declared, says that Mrs. Cator, her son, and one of those gentlemen from London drank the health of the Kaiser in champagne80 that night.”
“Did the girl tell your daughter that?”
“Yes, she did. And I believe her.”
Collins was silent. These facts he had learnt were highly important.
“You see,” Mr. Haddon went on, “nowadays you dare not say anything about anybody you suspect, for fear of being had up for libel. The law somehow seems to protect the Germans in our midst. I feel confident that the Cators are a mysterious pair, and I told my suspicions to Mr. Rouse, our police-sergeant in the village. But he only shrugged81 his shoulders and said that as far as he knew they were all right. So why, after that, should anybody trouble?”
“Yes, it is; but if the enemy can live under laws which protect them, what can the average man do?”
“Why, do his best to assist the authorities! The latter are not so blind as they lead the public to believe, I assure you,” laughed Collins, who, having learnt all he could from the ex-schoolmaster, devoted84 the remainder of the afternoon to angling, and with fair result.
Next day he strolled, at about ten o’clock in the morning, in the direction of the Manor Farm, apparently taking a morning walk. When he had gone about a quarter of a mile, he met the man[98] Cator in a golf suit and cap, accompanied by the stranger who had come from London two days previously85, and a third man, tall, elderly, with a short, greyish beard, and rather shabbily-dressed.
As they passed, Collins felt instinctively86 that the grey-bearded man, having eyed him closely, made some remark to his companions which caused them to turn back and look after him. The air-mechanic was, however, too discreet87 to turn himself, but went on and, walking in a circle, gave the Manor Farm a wide berth.
That evening, however, as soon as it grew dark, he approached the place, taking up his position at the same spot where he had stood with his master and Miss Beryl—a point from which he had a good view of the long, low farm-building.
He sank down into some undergrowth which concealed88 him and lit a cigarette, there being nobody near to smell the smoke. It was eight o’clock when he arrived there, and the time passed very slowly. Now and then the dogs in the yard barked furiously, once at hearing his footsteps, and again when somebody opened the back door of the farmhouse and came outside. Now and then a horse neighed, and once a dog barking far away set the two watch-dogs barking in response.
The hours went by, but Collins, lying on his back sometimes smoking, sometimes dozing89, kept a most patient vigil.
Suddenly, however, just before midnight, as a glance at his watch revealed, he heard the sound of a car coming up the hill. He sprang up and listened. It was coming up behind him—up the byway which led through the wood to the farm!
[99]His heart beat quickly. Pryor had been right. A lorry visited the Manor Farm every three days.
Suddenly he caught a glimpse of the oil side-lights, and a few minutes later a big motor-lorry, heavily laden90, approached and backed towards the wide doors of the farm-building. The driver having blown his horn, Cator and his visitor came out, and, when the doors were unlocked and wheeled open, the lorry was backed right into the building.
At once all three men began unloading the lorry, whereupon Collins crept up to ascertain91 what was being taken out.
Crouching behind the lorry he saw a number of full petrol tins being handed out and stored away within, after which came small, square wooden cases, which were handled very gingerly, and placed quietly upon the concrete floor of the well-filled building. Each case bore a red disc, and by the manner in which the driver warned Cator and his friend who handled them, Collins learnt that they were high explosives.
The lorry had been practically laden with these cases, save for twenty tins of petrol, and all were safely transferred into the store. After this the driver went into the house for some refreshment92, and in the meantime Collins, by the aid of his flash-lamp, was enabled to slip inside the building and make a quick examination of its contents.
What he saw showed plainly that within that place was stored a great quantity of petrol and explosives—an enemy base for the use of the Huns who so vainly hoped one day to reach Britain.
Two minutes later, ere the trio again emerged[100] from the house, the air-mechanic was on his way back to the inn at Bricklehurst, well satisfied.
On the following Friday, at nine o’clock in the evening, Beryl climbed into “The Hornet,” which stood in its meadow behind Harbury Court ready for a night flight. It had been a strenuous93 day getting ready, but the machine was now in perfect running order.
Ronnie, in his air-kit with leather cap and big goggles94, climbed in and buckled the strap round his waist.
“Well, let’s hope for good luck!” cried Beryl standing at the propeller.
“Right, darling!” replied Ronnie. “Let her rip!”
Next moment the girl swung round the propeller. Then she climbed in, and a few moments later the ’plane sped over the grass and soon crossed the roof of the house, and was away.
An hour later, with the lever of the silencer thrown back, they were hovering95 noiselessly, having passed over Guildford and away south, above a fire they saw below them—a hay-rick which belonged to the Cators. Collins had ignited it at a given time that night, in order to serve as their guide. The rick was in a field fully half-a-mile from the farm, and from above Ronnie and his companion could see that the local fire brigade were around it.
The light, however, plainly illuminated96 the Manor Farm, and the building containing the secret store. Twice Ronnie passed over it, flying high, then once again he crossed directly above the farm. His hand was upon one of the little levers controlling his bombs, but, seeing that he had passed slightly to the south, he turned her nose, and re-passed once again in silence.
[101]Suddenly he touched the three upper levers in swift succession, one after the other.
There was a swish of air below in the darkness, and as they watched, three blood-red flashes showed far down almost simultaneously.
A noise like an earthquake rent the air, a great column of flame shot up, and a huge explosion resulted, lighting the country for miles around, and sending débris high into the darkness, while at the same time the terrible concussion97 tilted98 up “The Hornet” until she very nearly had a nasty side-slip.
Ronnie opened up his searchlight, shining it down upon the farm, revealing to their gaze only a wrecked99 and burning mass of ruins. The whole place, including the farmhouse, had, by the terrible force of the explosives stored there in secret, been swept clean away and levelled to the ground.
A few minutes later “The Hornet” turned upon her homeward flight, and to this day it is very naturally believed by the public that enemy aircraft visited the spot on that memorable100 night.
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