BIGGLES
DEFIES THE SWASTIKA
by Captain W.
E. Johns
VII. WHAT
HAPPENED AT STAVANGER
(Pages 108 – 129)
It was late in the afternoon when
Schaffer landed Biggles at Boda. Biggles
is still wearing the German’s spare uniform and agrees to send it on, when
Schaffer lets him know where he will be.
Biggles is alert for danger as he walks to the officer’s quarters and
fearful of running into Brandt. He meets
Kristen, who asks “Where the deuce have you been?” and Biggles tells him how he
was shot down by the British and had to swim ashore. Kristen remarks on the Oberleutnant uniform
Biggles is wearing and says he didn’t know Biggles had been promoted. Biggles reports to the Commandant, Baron von
Leffers and is told to report to von Hymann right away. Von Leffers says two fellows were there
yesterday asking for him, their names were Brandt and von Stalhein. Ringing von Hymann, Biggles is told that von
Stalhein is with von Hymann now and will come over immediately to speak with
Biggles. He will be at Boda in less than
an hour. Biggles puts the phone down and
knows he has to get away. “He felt that
he was in a net, a net that was slowly but surely closing round him”. Engrossed in his thoughts, Biggles doesn’t
see the man who pushes a piece of paper into his hand. The man is gone as quickly as he came. Reading the message on the paper it says “What
is happening at Stavanger Airport?
Particulars of planes and anti-aircraft defences urgently wanted. Also particulars of
damage done. Get your report to Fiord
21, where messenger awaits you. If you
are unable to land there, put message in a bottle and drop in fiord. R.” Biggles memorized the message then
chewed it to a pulp, tore it up and threw the pieces away. Fiord 21 was the number that Biggles had
given to a particular fiord when doing recognisance, so he knows the location
specified. Biggles goes round the back
of the canteen to find a small empty bottle with a cork. Walking over to a Messerschmitt, Biggles
feels that the engine cowling is still warm.
He gets in and takes off. In less
than half an hour he glides down through a perfect maze of searchlight beams
surrounding Stavanger airport.
Confronted by an N.C.O., he is asked “I thought single-seaters were not
to fly after dark unless there was a raid?”.
Biggles bluffs it out by saying “The order does not apply to the special
communication squadron to which I belong” and he asks for the Commandant’s
office. Biggles goes into the canteen
and listens to conversations around him.
He then walks “round outside, noting everything of interest – the number
of machines, types, position of guns, &c (Johns uses’&c’ as et
cetera, Latin for ‘and the rest’)”.
A police corporal challenges him, but Biggles shows him the Gestapo pass
and the corporal says no more. Biggles
returns to the canteen and sitting quietly in the corner, as if writing a
letter, he commits all the information he has gathered to paper. Aware of the danger in doing this, it is in
the darkness of the aerodrome that he puts the paper into the bottle and corks
it tightly. Biggles notices slightly
increased activity and asks “a simple-looking soldier” what’s going on. He is told about a Messerschmitt stolen from
Boda being found at their airport.
Another machine arrives at Stavanger, a two seater,
and out gets Erich von Stalhein. As
Biggles moves away, he comes face to face with the N.C.O. who confronted him
earlier. “Here! They’re looking for you” cried the N.C.O. sharply. “You’d better come with me to the office and
see the Commandant”. Biggles asks “D’you
know who I am?” and produces his Gestapo pass.
The corporal became more respectful but said “All the same, sir, I think
you’d better report to the Commandant”. Suddenly aero engines burst into life. Machines that must have been gliding over the
aerodrome suddenly start their engines as they begin to drop bombs. Everyone runs for their lives and Biggles
throws himself flat. The first wave of
bombers pass, but Biggles can hear more.
They are going to destroy not only the aerodrome buildings but also
churn the aerodrome itself into a sea of craters, so it can’t be used. Biggles realises that if he is going to take
off, it must be now. He runs to the
nearest undamaged machine and laughs aloud when he recognises it as von
Stalhein’s. Biggles has to fling himself
flat when more bombs rain down. “Go to
it, boys!” he yelled, giving way to fierce exultation as the bombs
exploded. Getting into the machine,
Biggles goes to take off. “In all his
long flying career, with its many breathless incidents, he had never made a
more fantastic take-off. Fantastic only
half describes it. It was, he felt, the
act of a madman – but then it would have been lunacy to remain. To start with,
it was neither light nor dark. It was
both”. The pitch darkness alternates
with vivid flashes of blinding orange light as bombs explode and guns flash. Biggles tears blindly through the smoke and
turmoil, dodging bomb craters and manages to take off. He then nearly collides with an attacking
British Blenheim aircraft. Safely away,
he starts to fly the fifty miles to Fiord 21.
Smelling petrol, Biggles feels about with his hand and discovers the
floor is wet with petrol. His tank must
have been holed by shrapnel. He sees
that his tank is nearly empty but he has climbed to four thousand feet and will
soon be within gliding distance of his destination, if the engine just holds
out for another five minutes. Biggles
skims the towering cliffs that border the fiord and pancakes the aircraft onto
the water near where a cliff has partly collapsed in a mighty landslide. Biggles ends up so near, that he can get out
of the floating plane, walk down the wing and jump ashore, so he doesn’t even
get wet. “D’you always land like that?”
asked someone evenly, in English. It’s
Ginger. Sent there by Raymond to meet
him.