particular aerodrome was not shown on this map. Maybe it wasn't
there when the little book got published in 1897. Anyhow,
I knew roughly where it was and that it was about twenty miles
away and not far from …….. (more security!)
So I tell them to make for the Police Station there and
I'll 'phone through and ask for a guide to show them the
rest of the journey. I think this is a very good idea because
if a bobby goes with them on the running-board it will give
a more official look to the party.
The driver lets in the clutch, there's a rousing cheer
from friend Morse, and away they roar down the hot, narrow
street. As they round the corner into the main road, I catch
a glimpse of old Morse and his rifle leaning out of the
side window taking aim at the dog which is still with them
and legging it as hard as he can go alongside the car, and
the armed party is lost to view.
The Local Defence Volunteer Corps, or, anyhow, part of
it, has gone into action.
I returned to my office and it seemed very quiet and peaceful
after the bustle and excitement of war. I thought perhaps
the Zone Commander would like to know how things were progressing,
so I put in a call. He seemed very pleased and told me it
was a good show.
I took good care to put the receiver back