15
BARMY’S THE WORD
It was the fly buzzing on the window behind the curtain that woke him up.
For a moment, William forgot where he was. Then it all came back to him.
Chuck and those blasted explosives – how was he going to talk him out of it?
As if in answer to his dilemma, the man himself rapped on the door and poked his head round the corner. ‘Gee, aren’t you up yet? D’you know what the time is?’
Shaking his head with an effort, William apologised. ‘Sorry, I must have overslept. Am I late?’
‘Well, not all that late, I guess – it’s only ten past nine. But we’ve got to get our skates on. According to the latest weather forecast it’s going to cloud over later on so they’ve decided to hold the flypast this morning instead, which means,’ he checked his watch, ‘we need to take off in j
