“It’s a trap!” said Robert the Fox.
Jonnie had returned. He rapidly told them what Ker had said. He had given orders for the immediate refueling, check-over and cleaning of Stormalong’s plane to be ready within the hour. He had the copilot who had come with Stormalong in front of him now with Angus standing nearby, and he was comparing the two.
“Can you trust Ker?” demanded Sir Robert.
Jonnie didn’t answer. He was satisfied Angus could be mistaken for the copilot if he darkened his beard, put on a bit of walnut stain and changed clothes.
“Answer me! I canna think ye’ve got all yer wits!” Robert was so agitated he was pacing back and forth in the underground room Jonnie had been using. He was even lapsing into his colloquial Scot dialect.
“I must go. Now and fast,” Jonnie shot at them.
