Chapter Thirty-Four
The brass tube – aerial manoeuvres – a terrible crash
Gladys tried to remain steady. She, Gruffydd, and the rodent-lady were being jostled between the plywood beneath them and the spruce frame around them. The rich boys were safe and comfortable in their seats. Very metaphorical, though she believed that she’d appreciate it better on the ground.
“Gladys, you have met my mother. Did you know this?” Charlie said.
“About the detective stuff?” Gladys said. “Yes. She’s a proper sleuth, all right. Gave me some good advice on searching for missing people. She was tickled pink about you hunting a murderer. None of her other children take after her like that, she said.”
There was no chance for Charlie to respond. The ‘plane began shuddering furiously. Gladys held on to Gruf
