Algy landed at Brooklands late in the morning with his mind in a greater turmoil than he could ever remember; he was upset and alarmed, yet he could not bring himself to believe that any tragic fate had overtaken Biggles. Nevertheless, for the first time in his life, he was absolutely at a loss to know what to do for the best, although obviously his first duty would have to be to report the matter to the police.
He left the Vandal on the tarmac for the mechanics to put away, and walked absent-mindedly towards the clubhouse.
‘There’s a telegram for you, Lacey,’ called Benton, a club instructor; who came out of the office as he passed.
‘Telegram for me?’ cried Algy in amazement. ‘Who on earth—’ He took the buff envelope down from the rack and tore it open impatiently. It was addressed, si
