21 Biggles In The Baltic

by Captain W E Johns

  `Thanks. You'll never sling a better one as long as you live,' declared Biggles. tell you why later on.'

  Ì found Briny stranded on this sandbank,' explained Algy. 'On the way back to the base we found the remains of your machine, so thinking you were a gonner I went mad dog. I had a crack at the Leipzig first. Then I went home for a time-bomb. Oh, I forgot to say that when I picked up Briny here we found a dump—a sort of Hun naval store. We were going to blow it up when I ran into you. I brought Briny along to guard the machine while I did the dirty work.'

  Ì see. That explains things,' said Biggles, rising stiffly to his feet. 'Somebody will have to lend me a jacket. I'm cold. I've been swimming for an hour or more in this perishing ditch.'

  Briny took off the flying jacket he was wearing and passed it over. 'I remember once ' he began.

  `Then forget it,' cut in Biggles, putting on the coat. 'And now, if somebody would be kind enough to take me home, I should like to warm my tootsies by the stove.'

  `What about the dump ?' asked Algy. 'I've got the time-bomb here.'

  `You can stick it in a crab hole or play hop-scotch with it for all I care. I don't feel like fooling about any dumps, and I've heard all the explosions I want for one day. Let's get back. I'll send Ginger to attend to the dump.'

  `You won't,' replied Algy promptly.

  `Why not?'

  `He's missing.'

  `Missing! Since when ?'

  `Nobody 's seen him since we took off early this morning.'

  Ìs the spare machine still in the cave ?'

  `Yes.'

  `Then he must be on the island somewhere. Suffering Mike! What sort of a squadron have I got ? What does the young ass think he's at—a picnic ?'

  `When you find him you can ask him.'

  Biggles thought for a moment. He was not seriously upset about Ginger, for if the Platypus was still at its moorings it was obvious that he could not be far away, for the simple reason that he had no means of leaving the base. It struck him, however, that if the dump was to be destroyed, now was the time to do it, for it seemed certain that the Germans would cause a search to be made for him, and the sandbank, being the land nearest to where the Leipzig was sunk, would be one of the first places they would look at. He decided, therefore, that if anything was to be done about the dump, now was the best time, for to return later might result in an encounter with a search party sent out to look for him. Indeed, he was only too well aware of how dangerous their whole project had already become. It was, in fact, precarious, now that von Stalhein knew they were operating in the district—assuming that he had survived the Leipzig disaster. He knew the German well enough to know that, actuated as he was by personal motives as well as those of patriotism, he would not rest until he had located their base; and it could be only a question of time before he examined Bergen Ait. The fact that the islet was supposed to be the property of a neutral state would weigh little with a man as thorough and relentless as Erich von Stalhein. However, he refrained from depressing the others by communicating to them these disconcerting thoughts.

  Àll right,' he said at last, 'I'll tell you what we'll do. For the three of us to try to squeeze into the machine is going to be a difficult business, particularly as I'm not dressed for what you might call skylarking. Algy, suppose you take Briny home and then come straight back bringing my spare kit with you. You ought to make the round trip inside an hour. I'll get everything ready here for the big bang the moment you return. That seems to be the easiest way.'

  Às you say,' agreed Algy.

  `Where is the dump ?'

  Algy pointed. 'About half a mile along the beach.'

  Ì see. To save our legs you might as well land a bit nearer to it when you come back. By the way, what exactly does this dump consist of ?'

  Algy described what he had seen.

  Biggles's eyes opened wide. 'It sounds to me as if there ought to be some stuff there that we could use ourselves. I mean, we might find ourselves out of petrol one day, in which case we should be glad to have a reserve supply. Before blowing the place up I certainly think we ought to have a closer look at what it contains.'

  Algy nodded. 'I didn't think of that. But you can't get into it. It 's locked up.'

  `You say it 's made of corrugated iron ?'

  `That 's right.'

  `Then with a drill and a hack-saw we ought to have no difficulty in cutting a hole through the side. We may as well try it, anyway. You bring the tools back with you. Bring a torch and anything you think might be useful. If we find the job of getting in is too much for us we'll give it up and blow the place sky high as you originally intended. But we mustn't stand here talking any longer. You get off and get back as quickly as you can.'

  Algy thought the plan was a sound one, so after settling a few minor details, he returned to the machine, taking Briny with him.

  Biggles was left alone on the sandbank. As soon as he heard the machine take off, he picked up the time-bomb, which was still lying where it had fallen when the collision had knocked it out of Algy's hand, and started off towards the dump. The moon was now creeping up over the horizon, so it did not take him long to find the shed and the adjacent moorings, which he examined with considerable interest. He then went round to the rear wall, where he arranged the bomb, for he thought it would be as efficient there as anywhere if it were decided to use it. After that, as there was nothing more he could do, he began making a closer inspection of the building.

  He did not learn much, however, for he soon

  discovered what Algy already knew—that there were no windows. He suspected that there were skylights, but he had no means of getting on the roof—not that he made any serious attempt to do so, realizing that the interior would be in utter darkness.

  Having nothing to do now but wait, it was with profound satisfaction that he heard the hum of Algy's engine, really before he expected him. He walked briskly towards the sea, and by the time Algy had landed, and taxied into a sheltered creek about two hundred yards away, he had joined him.

  Algy tossed him a vacuum flask. 'Take a swig of that,' he said. Ìt's hot coffee—it should warm you up. Here's your kit,' he added, throwing a bundle after the flask.

  Biggles began getting into his clothes as quickly as he could, from time to time taking gulps of coffee with grateful relish. Ìs Ginger back yet ?' he inquired.

  `No.'

  Biggles paused for a moment in what he was doing. 'I don't like the sound of that,' he said slowly. `He wouldn't stay away all this time if he could get back. I'm afraid he's met with an accident.'

  `Briny and the Flight-Sergeant have hunted high and low for him—in fact, they're still looking.'

  Biggles resumed his dressing. `This squadron of mine doesn't seem to be living up to its name,' he said bitterly. 'There hasn't been much boomeranging about it lately. Apart from losing two of our machines, we seem to have gone out of our way to scatter ourselves all over the blinking Baltic. We'd better not waste too much time here. Did you bring the tools ?'

  Algy, who had climbed down from the machine, held them up. 'I've got a length of line in my pocket, too, in case we have to get down through the skylight.'

  `Good!' said Biggles, putting on his flying-coat. `Let's go and rip the hide off this tin toy-shop of Mister Hitler's.'

  They were soon at work, choosing the rear wall, with a good deal more noise than Biggles liked, but making such good progress that in half an hour, by levering up the piece they had cut, they were able to crawl through into the interior of the building.

  Biggles flashed the torch around as Algy got through behind him. 'Shades of Guy Fawkes!' he ejaculated. 'What a collection. We really ought to save this little lot for firework day.'

  He began walking round, turning the light of the torch on bombs, torpedoes, shells, machine-guns, sub-machine-guns, and every conceivable form of ammunition. But what interested him more than these were the fuel tanks, and the carefully labelled collection of spare parts and accessor
ies for all sorts of marine craft. With the painstaking thoroughness of a reconnaissance pilot, he made a mental note of everything he saw as they walked on slowly through the corridors. He pointed to a steel airscrew. 'Aircraft evidently use this place as well as submarines and destroyers,' he said. 'I don't know what to do about it, and that's a fact. It might do us a bit of good one day if we left the stuff here; on the other hand, it might do the enemy a lot more harm if we destroyed it. I've a good mind to radio Colonel Raymond and ask him for instructions.

  He ought to know about it, anyway. I

  He broke off suddenly, in a tense attitude. The light went out as he switched it off, leaving them in darkness.

  Ìt sounds as if somebody has found my machine,' said Algy in a low voice, for there was no mistaking the sound that had alarmed them. It was an aero-engine.

  Ìt isn't your machine. There's more than one,' returned Biggles in a hard voice. 'It sounds to me like a formation—flying low, too.'

  `They're coming this way,' declared Algy a moment later.

  Biggles was still listening intently. 'I don't think it's a formation after all,' he said slowly. '

  I should say it's a big multi-engined job.'

  As he spoke the roar of the engines died away, but they could still hear the wail of wind through wires.

  Ìt would be a joke if it was coming here, wouldn't it ?' murmured Algy.

  Ìt might be your idea of a joke, but not mine,' replied Biggles curtly. 'When I first saw the Baltic I thought it was a pretty deserted place, but lately it seems to be swarming with vehicles of one sort and another. That machine's coming a lot too close for my liking.

  We'd better get outside.'

  Ì hope they don't spot my machine.'

  Ì shouldn't think there's much chance of that in this light. Come on, let's get outside. I daren't use the torch; they'd spot it through the skylight; mind you don't knock your eye out on the blunt end of a crankshaft. Keep close to me. I think I can find my way to the hole.' So saying, Biggles began groping his way towards the spot where they had effected an entrance.

  Some time before they reached it, it became obvious that even if the aircraft did not actually intend landing, the pilot was gliding down to survey the spot, for the metal building vibrated with noise. Consequently, it was with more haste than dignity that they scrambled through the hole and stared up into the starlit heavens.

  They were not long finding the aircraft—for, as Biggles had surmised, it was a single machine.

  With its navigation and cabin lights ablaze, a fourengined flying-boat was turning with the majestic deliberation of a battleship towards the anchorage that adjoined the shed.

  Ìt would decide to arrive at this moment, wouldn't it ?' said Biggles savagely, as he forced down the jagged metal flap which they had raised to get inside the building. 'Look out! Get down 1'

  He flung himself flat, his body pressed close against the corrugated iron, as a parachute flare burst a hundred feet over their heads and flooded the scene with dazzling white light. And thus they were compelled to remain until the keel of the giant flying-boat kissed the water, and surged on towards the wide double doors of the supply depot.

  The instant the light exhausted itself Biggles was on his feet. He started to move forward, but pulled up short. 'Where 's the time-bomb ?' he said tersely. 'I put it down here.'

  Ì took it inside with me. I thought if we used it, it would make a better job of things there.'

  Biggles muttered something under his breath. Ì suppose you acted for the best,' he conceded, `but we daren't go in there now to fetch it. I doubt if we could find it, anyway, without a light. If they come across it there'll be a fine old hullaballoo. We'd better get back to your machine ready for a snappy take-off.'

  By this time the huge aircraft had taxied right

  up to the building. Its propellers stopped as the pilot switched off the ignition, and it was obvious that the crew were about to come ashore. Its lights reflected on the water, and the sound of voices came clearly through the still night air.

  Biggles caught Algy by the arm, and together they ran to the nearest sand-dune, from where they made their way quickly to the place where they had left the Didgeree-du.

  There was no particular need for caution, for they knew that their presence was unsuspected, and it was natural to suppose that the German airmen were too taken up with the task of mooring their machine to worry about anything else.

  Biggles doubled round the last dune, and saw the soft gleam of the Didgeree-du's wings. '

  Here she is,' he said quickly, and then, as the entire machine came into view, pulled up dead. 'Good heavens! That's done it,' he cried aghast.

  Algy joined him. There was no need to ask what had happened: it was too painfully obvious. The incoming tide had flooded the creek to a depth that could be estimated roughly by the fact that gentle waves were lapping against the bottom of the fuselage.

  The floats were under water, and the machine, for some reason not immediately apparent, had sunk over to one side. Water was still pouring into the creek, turning it into an ever-widening lake.

  For perhaps a minute Algy could only stare at the scene as the enormity of the disaster slowly penetrated into his brain. 'I don't understand this,' he muttered. 'Why doesn't she float ?'

  `Because her wheels have sunk into the sand, that's why,' answered Biggles grimly.

  CHAPTER XIV

  VON STALHEIN AGAIN

  FOR the best part of an hour they strove desperately to drag the Didgeree-du from the sand that clung tenaciously to her wheels, but in vain, and Biggles reluctantly gave his opinion that they were wasting their time.

  `She 's fixed as tight as a limpet on a rock,' he announced disgustedly. 'We shall have to wait for the tide to go down and then dig her out. It must be nearly high water now—I suppose that's why the flying-boat came here just at this time. We can't afford to lose the machine. I should look a pretty fool having to report to Raymond that we were down to a single aircraft.' Biggles sat down on the sloping side of a dune and regarded the du with disfavour.

  `Waiting for low tide is all right as long as these chaps push off before daylight,'

  remarked Algy. Às a matter of fact I doubt if it will be right out before dawn. If the Boche take off in daylight they'll spot the machine for a certainty. D'you suppose they're going to fly calmly round and watch us dig it out? Not likely. They'd shoot us up--or send a radio signal saying that we were here.'

  `You're becoming a perishing pessimist.'

  Ìt's no use blinking at facts.'

  Àll right. Well, there's no sense in sitting here just staring at the blinking thing.'

  `What do you suggest we do then—start a singsong or something ?'

  `We might creep up to the shed and try to hear what the Boche are talking about. I mean, we might learn how long they propose to stay here. What are they up to, anyway ?'

  `Refuelling, I expect—unless, of course, they've landed here to make mud-pies,' sneered Algy sarcastically.

  `You talk as if you'd had a rush of mud to the brain,' declared Biggles with asperity, as he got up and began moving towards the shed, taking care to keep behind the dunes.

  Algy followed him, and in a few minutes they were within sight of the building and the big flying-boat.

  `They've put the cabin lights out,' observed Biggles. 'If that's anything to go by, they've no intention of moving before daybreak.'

  Ìt looks that way to me,' agreed Algy. 'Judging by the casual way that fellow is coiling up the hosepipe, they're going to stay here for the duration.'

  They did not attempt to approach the door, for an occasional figure passed in and out, but from where they were they could see that the big sliding doors had not been opened ; instead, a small door let into the larger one—an arrangement frequently used in such buildings—was being used. As there was nothing more to be seen from the position they now occupied they made a cautious advance to the hole in the rear of the build
ing. Biggles had closed it when they had made their precipitate retreat, but it was only the work of a minute to lever it open again. They knew before they did so that some form of illumination had been turned on inside, for a shaft of yellow light poured through the open door, so they were not surprised to find that two large arc lamps, with shades to throw the light downwards, made the interior as bright as day. They could hear people moving about, and—a homely sound—the rattle of crockery; there was also a low buzz of conversation, but they could see no one on account of the high piles of stores that interrupted their view. What they could see, however, was the time-bomb, resting on the floor a few feet away.

  Ì'm going in to retrieve that bomb ; we may need it,' whispered Biggles. 'I'll try to find out what they're up to at the same time. Stay where you are.'

  There appeared to be no particular danger in fetching the bomb, for, by bending low, Biggles could keep under cover. Having reached it, he rose furtively and peeped over the top of a stack of

  shells. The sight that met his eyes brought a smile to his lips, it was so human. Some distance away, perhaps a matter of thirty paces, some boards had been put across two piles of stores, forming a table. Round this were seated seven men, all young, still wearing their flying kit, but with jackets thrown open and helmets on the backs of their heads. They appeared to be in the best of spirits, as they had reason to be, for steaming plates on the table told their own story.

  Not until then did Biggles realize how famished he was, and an insane desire to join the party came over him. He dismissed it reluctantly and tried to catch some words of the conversation, but as far as he could make out the men were not talking about their work at all, but—another human touch —were chuckling over a recital of the war rumours then circulating in Berlin.

  Biggles remained where he was for some time, but then, as there was no indication that the conversation would turn to more relevant topics, he went back to Algy.

  Ì can't hear much, but from their manner I should say they're going to stay here for some time,' he announced. 'At the moment they're having a lovely picnic.'

  `Then what about shooting 'em up and having a basinful of soup ourselves ?' suggested Algy, ever practical.