CHAPTER IIAT THE CHÂTEAU DELAROSE
It was just before eight o’clock the same autumn evening when Worrals and Frecks, with heavy coats over their uniforms, after a final consultation with Squadron-Leader Yorke, left the C.O.’s office and walked quietly through the gathering dusk towards a small, dark-painted, high-wing cabin monoplane, with side by side seating for two passengers and luggage dicky behind. It bore no markings of any sort. Where it had come from they did not know; that was one of the details that had been arranged by Squadron-Leader Yorke. Beyond packing two small suitcases, already in the plane, and writing a few letters to friends to say they would be away for some time, the girls had had nothing to do in the way of preparation. Several officers stood about regarding the li
