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Biggles drove back to Mount Street and parked his car in its usual space. He walked into the flat to find Jane breakfasting on coffee and toast. “Morning, darling,” she said, without glancing up from the paper she was reading. “Where did you go?”
“Out,” said Biggles, neglecting to mention
that he had met Ginger. “I went for a drive.”
“Why didn’t you wake me? I could have come
with you.”
Biggles leaned down to kiss his wife on the
cheek. “You looked so peaceful I didn’t want to wake you.”
“Awww.” Jane returned the kiss. “You’re so
sweet, James. Want some coffee?”
“I think I’ll have some tea, and perhaps
some bacon and eggs as well,” said Biggles, reaching for the section of the
paper that Jane was not reading. “Thank goodness we’re not on the front page
anymore,” he said fervently. “If I never see another reporter again for the
rest of my life it’ll be too soon.”
“Do you want to go out later, darling?”
“I’ll go if you want to go. Is there
somewhere you wanted to go?”
“I’m not sure yet. I thought I might go
shopping.”
“Whatever you like, dear.”
Jane drained her coffee and got up from the
table. “I’ll just go and get changed, then, James.”
Biggles took his time over his breakfast.
By the time he was done, Jane had reappeared wearing exceptionally high heels,
giant sunglasses, and a bright pink dress. “Are you ready, James?”
“Of course, dear. You look lovely.”
Jane pecked his cheek lovingly. “Let’s go.”
They walked down the stairs, Biggles
hurrying to open the front door for his wife.
The events of the next few seconds occurred
with lightning speed.
Jane stepped out onto the pavement in front
of the house. Biggles turned to close the door behind them. As he did so, he
heard, with only half of his mind, the sound of a car shrieking to a halt close
behind him.
Biggles turned back to make a casual remark
to his wife about wild driving in London, and then, with abrupt shock,
discovered that she was no longer standing where he had expected her to be
standing.
At the same time, he realized, again with
only part of his mind, that someone was screaming quite near to him.
And the screaming sounded rather familiar.
Enlightenment burst upon him in a flash,
and he darted forward to the car parked by the pavement in front of the flat.
The back door of the car had been flung open, and two masked assailants were
attempting to drag a screaming and struggling Jane into the car with them. A
third masked man was at the wheel, shouting and cursing, clearly eager to get
away.
“Let go of my wife!” snapped Biggles,
catching hold of Jane’s arm and attempting to pull her back out of the car. “What
on earth do you fellows think you’re doing?”
None of the masked men answered him. Jane,
caught in between the impossible tug-of-war, began wailing hysterically.
“Drive! Go! Drive!” yelled one of the men
in the back seat, shouting to make himself heard over Jane’s screams and wails.
“Go on, what are you waiting for?”
The car began to move forward, and Biggles
found himself running alongside the vehicle, still clinging to his wife’s arm.
So preoccupied was he that he did not notice the lamppost directly in his path
until it was too late. The force of the impact was so strong that he saw stars,
and amidst the haze of pain he was dimly aware that his fingers had slid off of
Jane’s arm as the men inside the car gave one last almighty tug.
The next thing he knew, he was lying in a
helpless heap on the pavement, watching despairingly as the car containing his
wife and her kidnappers drove away in a cloud of dust.
&&&
Ginger and Bertie met for lunch to compare
notes. “Any luck?” asked Ginger eagerly, after they had ordered.
Bertie shook his head with disgust. “Not a
bally thing, old boy. Do you know, one landlady actually had the nerve to tell
me that the mold on her wall was purely decorative and that if I looked at it
from a certain angle it would look like France? I mean to say, jolly steep,
what?”
Ginger smiled wanly at Bertie’s outrage. “I
haven’t found anything either,” he confessed. “We have to find somewhere, and
quickly too. We can’t live in hotels forever. We have to do something about
Algy, too. I found some drafts of resignation letters in the bin the other day.
I think he’s really thinking about it.”
Bertie took out his monocle and began to
polish it with unusual vigor. “That’s a jolly kettle of fish,” he muttered. “Algy
resigning, Biggles off to America…If this goes on, we soon won’t have a bally
air police department to speak of.”
Ginger cupped his chin in his hands. His
steak had arrived, but he no longer had any appetite. “If only we could get
them to talk to each other,” he said
wistfully. “Things would probably be all right if Algy could get everything off
of his chest and Biggles could apologize or something. It’s all this not
talking that’s causing all the problems. I don’t see why Algy’s so upset,
anyway. It’s not as if he hasn’t got the money to get himself a new flat, and a
fairly nice one, at that.”
“There must be some way to get them
together,” said Bertie. “How about getting Algy to go somewhere for a bite and
not telling him that Biggles will be there, and all that sort of thing?”
Ginger snorted. “And how are you going to
get Algy to go somewhere for a bite? He hasn’t eaten for days now—just smokes
like a chimney. Have you seen his ashtrays?”
“Yes,” murmured Bertie. “Tricky sort of
situation, don’t you know?”
Ginger stabbed his fork savagely into his
steak. “We should be able to think of something,” he opined desperately. “We have to.”
&&&
The phone rang, shrilly.
Algy glanced up, annoyed at the
distraction. He looked around for Ginger or Bertie, and then remembered that
they had gone flat hunting and would not be back until later.
He went back to the file he was working on,
ignoring the noise. With no small satisfaction, he heard the ringing stop after
about a minute.
The relief was only temporary, however.
After half a second, the ringing began again.
“Oh, for goodness’ sakes!” snapped Algy,
clapping his hands over his ears and trying to concentrate on the words in
front of him.
The phone fell silent again and then began
to ring again.
Algy made a sound not unlike that of a
hungry tiger, got up from his desk, and stalked over to the instrument. Lifting
the receiver, he barked into the phone, “WHAT?”
“Algy?”
In spite of himself, something caught in
Algy’s chest at the familiar voice. It was Biggles, of course, and judging by
his tone, something was wrong. Very, very wrong.
“Please don’t hang up,” continued Biggles,
speaking very fast. “Please. I need your help. I know you’re angry at me, but—”
he broke off with a sound like a sob.
“What’s happened?” asked Algy.
Expressionless.
“It’s Jane,” choked out Biggles. “She’s—she—they—”
Algy did not wait for the end of the
sentence. “Where are you now?”
“Home,” whispered Biggles. “I’ve broken my
arm. Algy, listen—”
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Awww!Faithful Algy! Desperate Biggles! Kidnapped Jane! Hmmm!I hope Biggles is going to grovel to Algy, because he doesn't deserve such loyalty.
ReplyDeleteHe certainly does not. I love Algy much more at the moment - although I know it's not real...
ReplyDeleteThank goodness AT LAST somebody has kidnapped Jane (in PINK!!!!!!)
I hope Biggles makes sure Algy has something to eat - he must be seriously in need of food.
Algy always treated Biggles too well for his own good. Even when Algy doesn't want to do something he always lets himself get talked into it by Biggles.
ReplyDeleteAnd he's so soft-hearted and loyal and everything. I know I wrote this but goodness me I'm annoyed at how easily Algy rushed to the rescue. I would have hung up the phone...or said something along the lines of "serves you right/told you so".
And the fact that he's rushing to save the very person that made them fight in the first place--! Have some self-respect, Algy! Let Biggles down for once!! If I had any control left over this story I would make Algy give Biggles a good harsh talking to...
Hmmm. Pity Biggles didn't hit his head instead of his arm on that lamp-post. He might have got amnesia then and forgot he had ever married Jane....
ReplyDeleteIt's one way to get rid of her....
Just a thought: the kidnappers weren't Bertie and Ginger were they?!! They were plotting something desperate last time we saw them!
Lots of good ideas here from JJ :-))
ReplyDeleteSoppy, did you mean Algy rushed off to save Jane? The way I read it, he dashed off before Biggles told him the whole story, or did I get that bit wrong? So he might not have known it was Jane in trouble.(He might not have gone, then). and JJ, I thought Ginger and Bertie might have engineered the kidnapping, too, but then, well, frankly, I didn't think Bertie at least would be THAT devious. Certainly looking forward to the next instalment.
ReplyDeleteIf my best friend had turned me out without so much as a hello and then rang up begging for my help I don't know that I'd be rushing to the rescue as quickly as Algy's just done! Although maybe once Algy knows that the trouble is Jane getting kidnapped, he'll turn his back on Biggles and go back to smoking endless cigarettes again.
ReplyDeleteMaybe the kidnappers were hired by Mrs. Symes...she would be happy to get Jane out of the way and her boys back!
I rather think Ginger and Bertie would draw the line at kidnapping their chief's wife. But you never know. It might be them.
That's the trouble, Soppy. With you we never know :)
ReplyDeleteThat's the trouble for me too. I never know what's going to happen until I've written it.
ReplyDeletePlease can we have the next chapter - soon [supplicant on bended knees]
ReplyDeleteI want to know if ALgy has dashed off to fix Biggles' broken arm, or to bolt the door at Mount Street so Jane can't get back in, or...
I'm trying very hard to make it happen, but I think I'm going to need more chocolate...
ReplyDeleteJust let us know your favourite brand then :-)
ReplyDeleteNever mind, I've worked it out and I'm posting chapter 4 now.
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