There was no hurry. Major Paynter, the C.O., had not named any particular hour for the ‘show’. He had said that the photographs must be delivered to him by one hour after sunset and there were still five hours of daylight.
With Mark, Biggles made his way to the mess for a rest, and over coffee they learned some news that set every member of the squadron agog with excitement. Toddy, the Recording Officer, divulged that the equipment of the squadron was to be changed, the change to take effect as quickly as possible. In future they were to fly Bristol Fighters.1
It transpired that Toddy had been aware of the impending change for some time, but the orders had been marked ‘secret,’ so he had not been allowed to make the information public. But now that ferry pilots were to start delivering t
