It was nearly six o’clock when Worrals landed the Heron on its base aerodrome and asked the flight sergeant to have it refuelled as quickly as possible.
“It will be dark in an hour,” she told Frecks. “Really, there isn’t time to go up to headquarters if we are to get to Wadi Omar before nightfall. We couldn’t go after that—at any rate not until half-past nine, when the moon comes up. I’d rather not risk a night landing. I think I’ll give Major Kenton a ring on the phone and tell him we hope to be along to see him in the morning. If he asks where we’re going I’ll tell him we intend to spend the evening at Wadi Omar—which will be perfectly true.”
“Okay,” assented Frecks.
Worrals turned to Nimrud. “We shall be leaving the ground in about half an hour, so you’d better get something to eat w
