Nine
Benjamin ran the gyroscopes at high speed to maintain invisibility and flew The Meifod Claw slowly all about the back roads close to Cerrigydrudion for over an hour until their attention began to wane. Herbert attempted to locate the man with his dowsing rods, but the answers came through erratically.
‘Perhaps I’m losing my touch with this,’ he suggested and Benjamin brought the craft to a stop just outside of town.
‘What do you think, Herb? Give up the chase and go for a burn somewhere?’
‘Where were you thinking?’ Herbert asked.
‘I think the sunset is going on over the Grand Canyon right about now, or soon enough.’
‘Let’s go, Columbo,’ Herbert replied with two thumbs up. ‘Do you know the way?’
‘Yes, I know where the Grand Canyon lives.’
‘Yes, but do you know how to get there?
