CHAPTER XIX

A FLIGHT AND WHAT CAME OF IT From the barrier of the aerodrome, where the Minerva pulled up, Desmond could see the machine destined for their night journey. What a puny thing it looked, stranded there, forlorn and solitary, in the centre of the vast open space swept by the glare of the lights of the night landing-station and surrounded by the long, low sheds whose roofs were now silvered by the effulgence of the moon! On their way to the flying-field the girl had told Desmond her history. Her name was Mary Brewster…