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.
revolutionaries, communists, bandits, guerillas of all sorts, and heaven knows what, all fighting each other to oblige one or two political grafters who would like to own the country. With them I’m not particularly concerned. I’m interested in one man only. His real name and nationality are of no importance. He’s a British agent, and one of the best men I have in that part of the world. He will answer to the name of Maxos. He speaks English. Where he has been is of no concern to you, but he has
timber-covered hills. Until a few hours ago Maxos was in touch with me by walkie-talkie radio and able to tell me what had happened. His signals were getting weak and soon afterwards faded out. There’s no need for me to tell you what I want you to do. All I want to know is, will you do it?” “Of course,” answered Biggles without hesitation. “Very well. You know better than I do what will be necessary so make your own arrangements. Speed is everything. I’m sorry I can’t tell you more about the
kitchens or smouldering homes; he could not be sure which. Not that it mattered overmuch as he was not concerned with the actual villages. His hand moved to the throttle. The nose of the aircraft tilted down as the engine died. The Auster glided on, losing height slowly, the air whispering softly over the plane surfaces. Looking over his shoulder Biggles studied the sky behind him with the calculating efficiency of long practice, seeking a moving speck which he feared might be there. But there
west coast of Scotland. “Get your chart handy,” ordered Biggles. Ginger unfolded an Admiralty chart on his knees. “He’s going in,” said Biggles, his eyes still on the Moth. “He seems to be making for that longish island with a piece bitten out of the middle.” “I’ve got it,” announced Ginger. “The name is Lagganmalloch Island.” “Good! For the moment that’s all we want to know,” returned Biggles. “That name rings a bell in my memory. I believe the island was a temporary marine aircraft base for
forget it happened if you’ll put that thing away.” For a moment Lutton remained undecided, his eyes on Biggles’s face. Then he drew a deep breath. “I suppose you’re right,” he said bitterly, and tossed the revolver back on the bench. “Well, what are you going to do about it?” he asked harshly. “For the moment, nothing,” replied Biggles. “I shall of course report the matter but after that the thing will pass out of my hands. If you take my advice you’ll just stay here quietly and take what’s