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“Sir,
sir! Would you like to say a few words—”
Biggles
irritably pushed his way past the enthusiastic crowd of reporters in front of
the hotel entrance. “Don’t you all have anything better to do?” he growled,
although no one really heard him because all the reporters were shouting at the
top of their lungs.
“Now,
now, James,” murmured Jane in his ear. “Try to smile for the pictures, dear.
You don’t want to look grumpy on the front page, do you?”
Biggles
frantically hailed a taxi and helped his wife into it before scrambling into it
himself.
“Where
to, guv?” inquired the driver.
“Anywhere,”
said Biggles. “Just drive around for a bit or something, I don’t care. I just
want somewhere quiet to think for a
bit.”
“Bad
day, guv?”
“You
have no idea,” Biggles muttered fervently. “I can’t stand much more of this,” he
added to Jane, as the taxi began to move away from the hotel. “All these reporters
everywhere, in our faces, following us about. Every time I turn around there’s
another one of them, and it’s driving me insane.”
“James,
dear, there’s no need to be like that,” said Jane, examining her face in a
small hand mirror she had taken from her purse. “Personally I find it quite fun
to have people hanging on my every word. I’ve always wanted to be famous.”
“Well,
if anyone else asks me what I think about the current state of the government,
or what my favorite color is, or any other nonsense like that, I’m going to
drop a bomb on their head,” declared Biggles. “I have had more than enough of
this. I’m tired.”
“Well,
we don’t have to stay here if you feel that way, James,” said Jane. “We could
always go home and spend the rest of your time off there. I could do some
redecorating or something. We don’t even have to go out if you don’t want to.
All this should have died down by then, and then we can go about like normal
people again.”
“That
does sound like a good idea,” admitted Biggles, leaning back against the seat. “I
just want to go home and sleep and read about other people in the paper for a
bit.”
“That’s
settled then,” said Jane, taking his hand. “We’ll go home. Oh, by the way, did
you tell your friends what we discussed?”
A
hunted look came over Biggles’ face. “Er…I…”
“James!
You didn’t! You promised you would talk to them!”
“I
did, I mean, I will. I’ll do it. I’ll do it today. I’ll do it when we go to
lunch, all right? And then we can come back here and pack and then we can go
home, all right?”
“You
do promise you’ll tell them?”
“Yes,”
said Biggles, looking awkwardly strained. “Yes, I’ll tell them, Jane. I
promise.”
“All
right, James.”
“I
will tell them.”
“You
already said that, dear.”
&&&
“Hello,”
said Biggles nervously, into the phone. “Bertie…yes, we’re both very well,
thank you. Is Algy there? Oh…he’s just gone out, has he? When will he be back…I’ll
ring back when he’s in…You’re not sure? What d’you mean, you’re not sure? You
don’t know when he’ll be back? Where’s he gone? Personal business? What sort of
personal business?
“All
right, look, I was going to say this to Algy and have him break the news to you
two….but as he’s not in, I suppose it falls to you, Bertie.”
Biggles
paused, struggling to find the words.
“Listen,
Jane and I are going to be coming home tomorrow. We’ve decided to spend the
rest of my leave at home. The reporters are getting too much for me; I’m tired
of having them follow me everywhere.”
He
paused again.
“What?
No, I’m still here, Bertie. I just…there’s something I have to tell you chaps,
and I’ve been putting it off. This may come as a shock, but you’re all grown
men now, and…oh, look, I’m just going to come out and say it. We need you three
to move out of the Mount Street flat.”
There
was a long silence on the other end of the line.
“I
know it’s short notice, and I’m sorry, I should have said something before, but
I thought I’d have plenty of time, the chief gave me a month off. Let Algy know
when he comes in, will you? I’d like to tell him personally, but I’m going to
be packing and traveling so I might not have the chance to before we get back. Yes,
we’ll need you all to move out before we come back. I’m sorry. Thank you,
Bertie. I’m glad you understand. And…I really am sorry.”
Biggles
put the phone back into its cradle and leaned his head against the instrument. He
stayed like that for a long moment, and then, with an abrupt shrug of his
shoulders, he straightened, ran a weary hand over his face, and went back into
the restaurant to join his wife.
&&&
Bertie
hung up the phone and turned to Ginger.
“What
is it?” asked Ginger, alarmed by the expression on Bertie’s face. “What’s
happened? Is Biggles all right?”
“He
wants us to move out.”
“What?”
“By
tomorrow.”
“What?”
There! That's one good reason to hate Jane.
ReplyDeleteIt's obvious Biggles is under an evil influence here. He would never have done that had he been his usual self. And it seems to me that Jane is only after Biggles Des Res.
ReplyDeleteI think you could be on to something there, Fairblue. I wouldn't put anything past Jane....
ReplyDeleteI don't need any more good reasons to hate Jane, I already do. utterly and completely.
ReplyDeleteIf you don't kill her off or otherwise remove her Sopwith, you will be in VERY SERIOUS TROUBLE.
How can Biggles possibly behave so badly? I think he needs to see a psychiatrist or something - or better, go and rescue Algy and forget about Jane.
As far as I can see, Jane can only redeem herself by rescuing Algy and dying a heroine's death...
There, there, dears. Don't be so hard on Jane. She might be really nice once you get to know her.
ReplyDeleteOr she might not be...
Biggles always did go funny in the head when he was around women. Don't suppose we can blame him. It must be something in his brain matter.
ReplyDeleteJane very clearly HAS TO GO!
I can hardly believe what she has reduced Biggles to in such a short time - just look at him! He is a guilty shadow of his former self.... he can't even enjoy a ciggy without hiding behind a hanger - where is his fighting spirit?
And as for turning his friends out into the cold night like that....WELL!
(And all just as Algy is very probably getting himself killed too - and what is Biggles doing? Ordering Algy's stuff to be cast out into the street (sob sob), that's what.)
If anything happens to Algy now Biggles will never forgive himself.
If anything happens to Algy now will we EVER forgive Soppy?
ReplyDeleteAs you can all see, Algy has made it through in one piece.
ReplyDeleteWell, his body has. Not sure about the rest of him.