The grandfather clock in the hall had just struck ten when Biggles pushed his chair back, rose to his feet, and buttoned up his coat. “Well,” he said, “I’ll be off before the moon gets up; this is the darkest it will be tonight.”
Dickpa looked at him anxiously, half inclined to withdraw from the venture which would put his nephew’s life in jeopardy at the very onset. “For goodness’ sake be careful,” he cautioned him, “and don’t make the mistake of under-estimating these fellows outside. They’re used to using their guns in their own country, and will stop at nothing to get what they want.”
Biggles frowned. “If they try any rough stuff on me, they’ll get as good as they give,” he said shortly. “You’ll probably have a tougher proposition to face here,” he added, putting on his hat and turni
