Chapter Fifty-Three
Gladys cogitates – Charlie’s enthusiasm – Gruffydd’s despair – brandy – broken glass – moving a bomb – Gladys to the rescue – an unfortunate turn of events
Dr Fairchild’s backyard lavatory was not as bad as the loo at the Imperial. Thank heaven for small blessings, Auntie Madge had always said. Just for once, perhaps the old girl had a point.
Gladys could see the rocket through the half-moon cut-out in the door. What to do about it? Could it be stopped? Should it? Perhaps Grimsdale was right about the Bats. If they were trying to destroy the world, then perhaps the safest course would be to let Grimsdale try—
“The safest thing would be to let that senile jackass pilot a submersible boat to the moon, carrying the most deadly bomb in all of history?” she said out loud
