Chapter 40

"It has to be left at our District Headquarters until to-morrow. You see--it's rather a special affair. It's not a flying stick, like the things I used to make when I was a shaver, nor a glider--you see men in spectacles flying those every day to please the kids on Hampstead Heath and in Kensington Gardens, but a model of a Bristol monoplane with a span of thirty inches, and a main-plane-area of a hundred and fifty"--he caught his breath and with difficulty kept his eager words from tumbling over one another as h…