BIGGLES
– AIR COMMODORE
by Captain W.
E. Johns
IX. A
NASTY CUSTOMER (Pages
130 – 152)
They go to Commander Sullivan’s cabin “where
the three airmen threw off their coats and sank wearily into such seats as they
could find, for although the port-hole was wide open, the atmosphere was heavy
and oppressive”. Sullivan says “One
can’t make an omelette without breaking eggs, and one can’t conduct a war
without casualties; but I must admit that I’m beginning to wonder is we haven’t
taken on something rather beyond our limited resources”. “I’m beginning to wonder the same thing,”
confessed Biggles. Biggles is convinced
that the natives have only come here today, otherwise they would have been
molested before. He asks Sullivan if he
has seen any native craft and the reply is only a junk. A distinctive description confirms it is the
same one Biggles saw. The conversation
continues until “Algy noticed that Biggles was staring at Sullivan with a most
extraordinary expression on his face; heard him say ‘No’ in a detached sort of
way, as if he were suddenly disinterested in the conversation. Then he appeared to recover himself”. Biggles walks to the open port-hole and
thrust his right arm through it. “A
brown face, wearing an expression of astonished alarm, appeared in the circular
brass frame of the port-hole. Biggles’s
fingers were twisted in the long, greasy hair”.
Algy grabs the man’s neck while sailors get the man from outside using a
boat. Biggles had seen the man’s fingers
pulling himself up in a mirror in the room.
The man had paddled out on a length of tree-trunk. The man is bought in, “his wrists had been
handcuffed behind his back. (Two
sailors between them held the prisoner by the arms - is the illustration on
page 137). He was stark naked and
dripping wet, and as Ginger gazed at him in morbid fascination, he thought he
had never seen a worse type of the human species. Small, and thin to the point of emaciation, in
colour he was a light brown, almost a tawny yellow, mottled by countless scars
of some skin disease. His eyes were
tiny, black, and elongated, with a definite upward tilt at the outer ends,
while his nose, set above a mouth of discoloured teeth, was squat, with
expanded nostrils. Lank black hair hung
half-way down his neck”. (That
passage is extensively cut in the 1994 Red Fox reprint, “Biggles and the
Secret Mission” so that it just reads “his wrists had been handcuffed
behind his back. He was stark naked and
dripping wet. Lank black hair hung
half-way down his neck”). Biggles
questions the prisoner but gets no response.
Biggles is convinced he speaks some English; otherwise why would he have
been sent? “Biggles glanced at
Sullivan. “Do you think your stoker
could loosen his tongue?” he asked meaningly.
The commander nodded. “Yes,” he
said simply, “they’d make a dumb man speak if I told them to”. “Very well.
Let them take him below and see what they can do,” ordered Biggles
harshly. “And you can tell them that if
they fail they needn’t bring him back here’ tell them
to open one of the furnaces and throw him in”.
Biggles’s eyelids flickered slightly as he caught Ginger’s gaze on
him”. “No! I speak,” gasped the prisoner
desperately. In Pidgin English, the
prisoner says he has come from Manilla.
His master is on the junk that lays off the island, round the headland. Biggles suspects the man is just a deck-hand
sent over to listen because he knows a smattering of English. Biggles tells the Chief Petty Officer to keep
the man in irons and under guard.
Biggles suggests to Sullivan they try to take the junk using a score of
men in the long-boat (score is slang for
20). “Serve them out with cutlasses
and pistols”. (Although it sounds completely archaic for the modern navy to have
cutlasses, it would appear this is entirely accurate. In ‘The Times’ newspaper, on 24th October 1936
the British Royal Navy announced that from then on cutlasses would be carried
only for ceremonial duties and not used in landing parties! Although this book was published in May 1937,
it was obviously written prior to that date.
The story was in fact first published in “The Modern Boy”, in ten
instalments, from 3rd October 1936 to the 5th December
1936. Part four of the story was
published the same day as that Times newspaper report! This line about “serve them out with
cutlasses and pistols” appeared in ‘The Modern Boy’ exactly a week later on 31st
October. Had Johns seen the notice in
the Times? Was he submitting each part
of his story just the week before the publication date?). Ginger goes
with Biggles on the raiding party.
“Following the policy of always leaving a pilot with the Nemesis, Algy, much to his disgust, had
been left behind”. The sailors row the boat round the headland and get within a
hundred yards of the junk before they are seen.
They storm the junk and guns go off.
“A sailor fell back into the boat, swearing fluently and clutching at
his shoulder”. Biggles has already
detailed the Bo’sun to take two good men and make for the captain’s
quarters. As Biggles makes his way
there, a cry from Ginger, helps him avoid a knife thrown by a man in the
rigging. Ginger shoots into the rigging,
without hitting anyone. As Biggles and
Ginger arrive at the captain’s cabin, the captain shoots himself. In the hold of the junk torpedoes are found,
together with cases of small-arms and large and small shells. Back with Sullivan, Biggles tells him
“Finding those “mouldies” (slang for
torpedoes) tells us what we want to know.
These enemy operations are no myth”.
Biggles wonders what to do with the junk and its crew. “Obviously we can’t let them go loose or the
fat would be in the fire before we could say Jack Robinson”. (As
early as Grose’s 1811 edition of the Dictionary of the Vulgar Tongue, this
phrase was defined as ‘Before one could say Jack Robinson; a saying to express
a very short time, originating from a very volatile gentleman of that
appellation, who would call on his neighbours and be gone before his name could
be announced’). The crew is marooned
on the island and the junk scuttled, keeping one torpedo aboard the Seafret for
evidence in case it is needed. They have
seized a collection of papers all penned in Oriental characters but nobody can
read them, but a chart has fine pencil lines all pointing to Elephant Island in
the Mergui Archipelago, some 30 to 40 miles away. Biggles says they need to confirm that is the
base before they order any strike on it.
Sullivan says to Biggles “There’s something I’ve been wanting to ask
you, but what with one thing and another I haven’t had a chance. What about that seaplane? Did you find anything of importance? Biggles nodded. “I know who made the aircraft,” he said
softly, giving the naval officer a queer look.
He leaned forward and whispered something in his ear. “Was there nothing on the pilot?” asked
Sullivan. “There wasn’t any pilot,”
replied Biggles grimly. “The crocs – or
a panther – got to him first”.