Biggles - Air Detective
W. E. Johns
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This contains seven short stories. They are all Air Police stories except for the last one, which is a Second World War story. These are as follows:-
THE CASE OF THE BLACK SHEEP
An ex-RAF Officer is using his aircraft to smuggle nylons into the UK, picking them up from a ship.
THE CASE OF THE VISITING SULTAN
A notorious US gangster is planning to attack a Sultan's aircraft in order to steal his diamonds.
THE CASE OF THE UNREGISTERED OPERATOR
Biggles goes to prison in order to uncover an illegal air transportation operation for criminals.
THE CASE OF THE WOUNDED AGENT
Biggles is sent on a special assignment to save a secret agent, and his information, from Bulgaria.
THE CASE OF THE BRILLIANT PUPIL
An excellent flying pupil, who already knows how to fly, is using his solo flights for illegal reasons.
THE CASE OF THE MURDERED APPRENTICE
Biggles uncovers a smuggling operation from Holland when investigating why a man was murdered.
THE CASE OF THE STOLEN AIRCRAFT
A man who has designed a new plane is stealing aircraft for the aviation fuel they contain.
rough-looking, grey-uniformed men, armed with rifles, were galloping towards it from the opposite direction, apparently from a distance, having seen the machine land. There was, he thought, just time for him to reach the aircraft before they got to it; but the idea of leaving the wounded man to his fate was so repugnant that he did not even consider it. He dived into the trees and hurried back to Maxos. “One more effort,” he said encouragingly, and again they set off, keeping inside the wood.
Toff—without the nifty little moustache he used to wear. He was looking so prosperous that I strolled along behind him to see whether he had really made good, or was still making bad. I found he was living in a little hotel in Bayswater under the name of Lancelot Seymour. Trust his nibs to pick on something fancy. This is him.” The Inspector took a photograph from his pocket-book and laid it on Biggles’s desk. “You didn’t pick him up?” queried Biggles, looking at the portrait. “No. I could have
tanks were nearly dry when he got in, so he may have been lucky.” “You lost touch with him, apparently?” “Yes.” “What explanation did he give?” “He was quite frank about it. He said he’d run into some ground mist and lost his way.” “What are instruments for?” Tommy shrugged. Biggles went on. “I imagine he got a Met. report before he started—or his instructor should have got it for him; and no doubt someone checked his compass course. Was there any sudden change in the weather?” “No—but
with armed guards. If only the Sultan would stay there we should have nothing to worry about. If Rocky is on the job he’ll make his grab between Lashanti and London.” “Have you any reason to suppose that he’s on the job?” “No, but his arrival in West Africa at this moment can hardly he coincidence. Rightly or wrongly, I’m bound to work on the assumption that Rocky is after the Sultan’s rocks.” Biggles took another cigarette and tapped it thoughtfully. “What machine does Rocky fly?” “A
of the nylons invariably coincided with the arrival of a certain cargo boat—the Sirocco—which, flying the Panama flag, takes the north route to Liverpool. It must have been coincidence, because the last time the Sirocco came in we were waiting for her. We searched the ship and every man on her—and that’s a job we know how to do. The nylons weren’t there. We checked every parcel leaving the dock, yet within a couple of days a fresh lot of nylons were on sale in the London black market.” Biggles