The Airship Golden Hind""

ve?" enquired

an. "Fosterdyke is a cautious old stick, but he knows what

re going t

. Where's a pencil? We can't k

r Grange, near Blandford. Yes, will expect motor to-morrow morning," and he

, and the credit given to the Force as a whole, they merely "carried on" until ordered to "get out," or, in other words, be demobilised. Then, each with a highly-prized decoration and a gratuity of precisely the same amount as that given to an officer who had never served anywhere save at the Hotel Cecil, they found themselves l

l aviation had yet to be developed; trick flying and exhibition flights lead to nothing definite, a

"get a move on," and within a twelvemonth of their demobilisation they found themselves partners and sole prop

rvice, they remembered vividly the good times they had had, while the "sticky" times were me

whizz-bang," came a telegram from Sir Reginald Fos

ne. When he did, his correspondence was brief and to the point. More frequently he telegraphed--and then he meant business. In pre-war days Air Grange was famous for its week-end house parties. The shooting, one of the best in the county of Dorset, was an additional source of attraction to Fosterdyke's guests. But the war, and afterwards, had changed all that. Few, very few, guests were to be found at Air Grange; the staff of servants was

ers of the Southern Roads Transport Company. Kenyon and Bramsdean, having given final instructions to their work's foreman--a former flight-serg

ed him as one of the best. Whenever, on rare occasions, Fosterdyke ran down to Bournemouth he invariably looked up Bramsdean and Kenyon to talk over old times. But being invited to Air Grange was quite a diffe

dyllic existence in their enemy's country, the car sped on until it gained the lofty downs in the direct

iron gates. That task the chauffeur had to perform, stopping the car ag

of the road and under the lee of the trees were half a dozen wooden huts, unmistakably of a type known as temporary military quarters. Smoke issuing from the chimneys suggested the idea that they were in

nced at hi

?" he enquired. "Quite a labour col

stacked on the grass by the side of the

agreed Bramsdean. "What's the stu

, old bird,"

of a mile the car climbed steadily, negotiating awkward corners in the rutty, windi

steps, clad in worn but serviceable tweed

road-shouldered, and deep-chested. He was about thirty-five years of age, with well-bronzed featu

cended the stone steps--his right hand was enveloped

claimed. "It's good of you to

ve instructions to a man-servant whom Kenyon rec

moment, rising above the staccato rattle of the pneumatic hammer, came the unmistakable whirr of an

times, eh?" remar

ly, and, at a loss to express himse

ork, sir?" enqu

dyke n

hat's it. That's why I sent for you. I'm contemplating