Biggles looked at his companion doubtfully as he stirred his coffee reflectively on the patio of the Hotel Guibert in La Paz.
patio“That’s all very well,” he said slowly. “We are heroes at the moment and Bolivia belongs to us if we want it. The President has asked us to join the Bolivian Air Force with any rank we like to name, but what about when the next revolution comes along? Don Jaime will lose his job, and so shall we; in fact, we should probably lose our lives as well trying to defend him, because we haven’t been brought up to understand that a President is only a very temporary officer, and that unless he grabs what he can and then hoofs it, it is only a matter of time before the crowd kicks him out. Then again, Algy, old son, you can’t go on flirting with Consuelo unless you inte
