Two days later, they sat basking in the autumn sunshine at a quiet spot on the aerodrome at Cramlington. Nothing of interest or importance had occurred since the rescue, for which Biggles’ sincere thanks had brought a flush of pleasure to Ginger’s face. They had compared notes and decided that in the circumstances their obvious and proper course was to report the whole matter to the authorities and leave them to finish the affair with the more efficient resources at their disposal.
Biggles had accordingly drafted out a detailed report, describing the position of the hidden floodlights, and despatched it to the Intelligence branch of the Air Ministry. Having thus washed their hands of the affair, as they thought, they had discussed Ginger’s future, with the result that they had decided to
