BIGGLES
– AIR ACE
by Captain W.
E. Johns
(Page references are for the paperback first
edition, followed by the hardback second).
VII. BIGGLES’
EXCITING NIGHT! (Pages 113 – 129/109 –
124)
This story was originally published in
“The Modern Boy’s Annual for 1937”
Biggles is returning from a combat with
a red and silver Fokker Triplane, that had been repeatedly attacking the
British balloon line. Biggles had caught
him on the way home and hence somewhat off his guard. “The fight had been short, but bitter …… and
in the end Biggles had succeeded in forcing his gaily coloured opponent into
the ground”. As Biggles lands, he is in
high spirits and banters with an officer he doesn’t recognise. Asked if he has done a lot of flying,
“Biggles became confidential. “Listen
old whelk,” he whispered. “If every hour
of flying in my log-book was a brick, they’d be able to (the word “to” is missed out in the Norman Wright editions but it is in
the original story) build a row of permanent hangers from Maranique to
Paris”. He laughed heartily and slapped
the other on the back”. The man he is
talking too says “Excellent, you’re the very fellow I’ve been looking
for”. He then unbuttons his trench coat
in order to get his cigarettes and Biggles sees the uniform of a General. Biggles is taken to see Major Mullen and
shown a photograph of the Dunville Canal that runs from Lille through Tournai
towards Ath. “This particular spot is
near the village of Lignes”. Fourteen
power barges are making their way towards Lille and they are loaded with heavy
artillery shells. The General wants the
lock blown up as the barges pass through as it will “not only destroy the
barges and the lock but the resultant flood would inundate enemy aerodrome No.
14, several rest camps, and generally upset the Boche lines of
communication”. Biggles is asked if he
will volunteer to take a man over, land, wait for him to do the job and then
bring him back. Biggles says he will and
he asks for a two seater Bristol Fighter for the
mission. At 8.30 pm that evening, with a
Webley revolver in addition to his usual kit, Biggles meets an unnamed Belgian,
who is carrying a package of explosive.
Biggles is concerned to note he smells of whisky. Biggles flies to his objective which is a dry
marshland near the target and lands.
“All was silent as the grave”.
However, the Belgian, his teeth chattering, appears reluctant to do the
job and after leaving, he is back within minutes saying, (in his Belgian
accent), that it is impossible as there are too many soldiers at the lock. It is clear the man is not going to do the
job and Biggles will have to do it himself.
Biggles realises that he will not be able to get near the lock without
being seen so he goes down the canal and finds a footbridge. From here he can hear the approach of the
barges. Biggles has an idea. “If it comes off it’s a winner,” he told
himself. “If he doesn’t, I’m afraid
young Bertie from Belgium will have to walk home”. (This
is an interesting remark as Johns later re-wrote this story as “Bertie Picks
the Lock” and it was published in August 1941 as the last story in ‘Spitfire
Parade’. In that version, Biggles trips
over Bertie’s dog ‘Towser’ and sprains his wrist, so Bertie has to take the man
over to France and do the job for him.
In the latter version this line then becomes “that silly ass I bought
here will have to walk home”).
Worming his way onto the footbridge, Biggles sets off the 15 minute timer on the explosive and then jumps into the
first barge attacking “a burly fellow leaning idly against the heavy
rudder”. They fight and the German falls
into the canal. The German swims to the
bank and then starts yelling at the top of his
voice. Leaving the explosive on board,
Biggles steers over towards the opposite bank and then jumps onto it. On the other side of the bank, German
soldiers have now been alerted and start firing at him. Biggles gets to higher ground. The bomb goes off and the explosion is
followed by the noise of rushing water.
“Where the lock had been, the bank of the canal had entirely
disappeared. The water, millions of
gallons of it, had poured through the breach with the result that the canal was
empty. But it was not that which upset
him, it was the direction in which most of the water had overflowed. From where he stood
he could not see the Bristol, but if it was still where he had left it – which
he was beginning to doubt – then it was in the middle of a lake”. With no sign of the soldiers, Biggles crosses
over the footbridge and finds the water only ankle deep. Biggles finds that his Bristol aircraft has
been swept alone by the water until a hedge had arrested its progress. “The fabric was torn in several places, but a
close examination showed no signs of structural damage”. The Belgian is still in the back seat. They both get the machine clear and face the
water. “The take-off was a nightmare, no seaplane would have raised so much spray. But the Bristol unstuck at last, and with a
prayer of thankfulness Biggles headed towards the Lines”. The General is waiting for Biggles on his
return. “It all went off according to
plan, eh?” he asks. “Of course, sir,”
grinned Biggles. “These jobs always do”.