Sowerbutt and Spaghetti were
sitting in the Ford A Model parked near the airfield, smoking coronas.
“What time did
you say our visitor is due to drop in tonight?” Spaghetti asked.
“Approaching midnight. John is camped upstairs in the Bull with an army wireless, ready to receive messages from the
aeroplane. The radio operator has run an aerial up on the roof. “I brought young Percy up with me, he’s going to run messages up here from the Bull if anything changes or goes wrong. The landlord said he had an old bike Percy can use.”
Spaghetti grinned: “Who’s the VIP then, guv? Must be somebody important to go to all this fuss."
“They won’t say even though we have to collect them from the aeroplane and take them down to Luton Hoo. They said there would be one or two people, they weren’t sure. After the VIP leaves, we have to tow the plane into the hangar with the tractor and guard it. No-one, repeat no-one, is to enter. Use your shooters.
“It’s got to be somebody flying in from across the Channel. You would not fly here in secret on an internal flight, would you? Must be a neutral or even a Jerry. Hopefully, for peace talks. I’m sick of all this bombing.”
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