Instinctively Biggles glanced in the direction indicated, and as he did so a movement caught his eye. He looked again and saw that he had not been mistaken. A German soldier was creeping towards them, taking cover between the rocks. Others were there too, to left and right. Quickly Biggles looked behind him and saw more Germans advancing stealthily through the trees that cloaked the side of the hill.

'What's wrong?' asked the sailor sharply, taking alarm from the expression on Biggles's face.

I'm afraid you're out of luck, old man,' returned Biggles quietly. 'We're surrounded. Are you armed?' 'We haven't a weapon between us.'

'Then you'd be wise to give yourselves up. There's no sense in throwing your lives away uselessly.'

'You're talking about us. What are you going to do?' asked the sailor suspiciously.

Biggles could already see a plan by which the incident might be turned to good account, but it depended largely on the courage and fort.i.tude of the sailor. He drew his automatic.

'What the-' began the sailor aghast, but Biggles cut him short.

Answer my questions quickly,' he said. 'I'm a British spy, and I'm going to put my life in your hands. I've got to get back to England with vital information. Got that?'

'Yes,' gasped the sailor.

'What's your name?'

evans-Bill Evans.'

It's in your power to help me-and the country. Will you do it? You'll be taken prisoner, anyway, so it won't make things any worse for you.'

'What d'you want me to do?'

'First, put your hands up. That will lead the Jerries to think I've captured you.'

The sailor raised his hands.

Biggles went on quickly, for he could see the Germans fast closing in.

'They think I'm a German agent,' he said. 'After you're taken I shall come to question you. I shall ask if you had anyone else with your party. At first you will refuse to answer, but under pressure you'll admit that a Britisher named Bigglesworth attached himself to you. When I ask what's become of him you'll say he left you-stole a dinghy and rowed out to a steamer. Got the name right?'

'Bigglesworth.'

'That's it. Actually, I'm Bigglesworth, and I've got to make it look as if I've escaped out of the country - understand?'

'Yes.'

'Fine. That's all. Act as you never acted before. Remember, however tough your plight may seem, mine is a lot worse. One slip and it's a firing party for me.'

'By gosh! You've sure got a nerve,' muttered the sailor admiringly. 'I won't let you down.'

'Thanks, pal. If you get back home and I don't, find Colonel Raymond of British Intelligence and tell him that you saw me, and that I did my best. Prime your friends about Bigglesworth, but don't tell them more than you need, and on no account let them know it's me. Simply tell them to remember that Bigglesworth got away on a ship-a slim fellow with fair hair. Now take me to the others.'

Still with his hands up, Biggles walking close behind him with the pistol raised, the sailor marched stiffly into the dell. The others sprang up in dismay when they appeared.

'Hands up, everybody,' ordered Biggles curtly. 'March out into the open in single file.'

'Do what you're told, boys,' said Evans tersely.

Slowly the weary sailors raised their hands, and at the expression on their faces Biggles nearly weakened. He would have much preferred to fight side by side with them.

Out you go,' he said shortly.

At that moment the German troops sprang up and ran forward. An officer was at their head.

Biggles received them with a cold smile. 'You've arrived at a useful moment,' he said harshly, showing his Gestapo pa.s.s. 'I saw these fellows skulking among the rocks so I went after them. You'd better get them to a safe place.' As he spoke he took out his armlet and replaced it on his sleeve.

The German officer, who was quite young, was all politeness. 'Leave them to me,' he answered. 'Forgive me for saying so, but you shouldn't have risked your life as you did.

These fellows are a desperate lot and they might have attacked you. We've been following them for some time, to round them up.'

'No harm done,' returned Biggles briefly. 'I must get on, so I'll leave you to finish the job.

' With a curt nod he got back into his car and drove on into the town.

Even before he reached it he saw that what the sailor had told him was only too true.

German troops were everywhere, and five destroyers lay in the fiord. There was also a number of flying-boats and seaplanes.

He went straight to General Head-quarters and asked to see the officer in charge of operations. He had to wait a few minutes; then two senior naval officers came out and he was shown in.

A Colonel, with his adjutant at his elbow, received him coldly but politely. From their manner Biggles judged that they had little love for the Gestapo, but feared them too much to be anything but civil. He showed his pa.s.s.

I'm looking for an English spy named Bigglesworth,' he said without wasting words. 'He bolted from Oslo, heading north. We have good reason to think that he was coming here.

Have you any English prisoners?'

'Yes, we have a few.' The Colonel looked at his adjutant.

eighteen, sir, I think.'

'Have they been examined?' inquired Biggles. Of course.'

Is Bigglesworth among them?'

'He may be, but if he is he didn't give that name,' answered the adjutant.

I'd better see them,' said Biggles curtly.

The adjutant took him to a small schoolroom which was being used as a prison camp.

Several sentries were on guard. The prisoners were paraded. They stood in a line, coldly hostile, defiant, in spite of the state they were in, for they all looked as if they had been through a bad time. There were one or two Air Force uniforms, but most of the men were sailors. One, a leathery-faced old salt, cursed Hitler and everything German in a steady stream of invective.

Biggles glanced at him. 'Shut up!' he snapped, 'or I'll give you something to curse about, Schweinehund.' He walked slowly along the line.

Now all this, of course, was merely play-acting, part of the scheme that had now crystallized in his mind. He would certainly not see the man he professed to be looking for, nor did he expect to recognize anyone; so he merely glanced at the faces as, with the adjutant and an armed soldier following, he walked slowly down the line. But when he came to the seventh man he stopped dead.

It was Algy.

Chapter 6.

The Navy Arrives How Biggles kept control of himself at that ghastly moment he never knew. For two palpitating seconds he stood stock still, while he felt the blood draining from his face.

Then he walked on, looking for Ginger, who he felt must be there too. But of Ginger there was no sign, so he walked back along the line to Algy, feeling that he ought to make some excuse for stopping in front of him.

'Haven't I seen you before somewhere?' he asked harshly.

Algy didn't move a muscle. Actually, he had got over his shock at seeing Biggles, for he saw him immediately he entered the room-long before Biggles saw him.

'You may have seen my picture in the papers,' sneered Algy. 'I won the world championship at snakes and ladders-up one minute and down the next.'

There was a t.i.tter along the line.

Biggles spluttered with rage, German fashion. 'Silence!' he bellowed. Then he turned on his heel and walked away. 'He isn't here,' he told the adjutant. 'Let us go back to the Colonel-I must speak to him again.'

They returned to head-quarters.

'Did you find your man?' inquired the Colonel.

'No,' answered Biggles shortly. 'There'll be trouble if he gets away. He's a dangerous man. I must ring up my chief in Oslo.' He broke off and glanced over his shoulder as from outside the door came the sound of quick footsteps. 'What's happening?'

he asked.

The door opened. An N.C.O. came into the room and saluted. 'Seven more prisoners, sir,'

he announced.

'Good,' said Biggles sharply. 'My man may be among them. Bring them in here-you don't mind, Colonel? I only want to see their faces.'

'Bring them in.'

The seven prisoners, the seven sailors whom Biggles had encountered on the hill-side, were marched in. Every face was expressionless.

Biggles scrutinized each man in turn. 'Who is the senior officer?' he snapped.

I am,' growled Evans.

'Were there any more of you?'

Evans did not answer.

Answer me!'

Still the sailor maintained a stubborn silence.

Biggles's jaw set in true Prussian fashion. 'I think you forget where you are,' he grated. 'I hope it will not be necessary for me to remind you. Were there more than seven in your party?'

Evans hesitated. 'There was one more, but he left us.'

'Why?'

'To get back to England, I suppose. He found a dinghy, and without waiting for us, rowed out to a steamer. But he wasn't really one of our party.'

'What do you mean?'

As we walked down the coast we met him coming up. He said he had escaped from Oslo.'

Biggles affected a start. 'Oslo! What was his name?'

'He told me his name was Bigglesworth. He seemed in a mighty hurry to get home. That's all I know about him.'

Biggles turned a grim face to the Colonel, who was watching the scene with intense interest.

'You heard that?' he said in a low voice. 'That was my man without a doubt. He must have left the road and gone down to the rocks; that was how I came to miss him. It looks as if he's got clean away. I'm afraid there will be trouble about this. I trust, sir, that you will confirm that I did everything possible in the time at my disposal? The man had gone before I got here. I'd better ring up my head-quarters at once. As you are the senior officer here perhaps you would be good enough to speak to my chief?' Biggles glanced at the escort. 'All right; I shan't want these prisoners again.'

As they filed away Biggles' eyes met those of Evans and flashed his thanks.

The Colonel had already picked up the telephone. He handed it to Biggles who put a call through to Gestapo head-quarters, at the Hotel Port, Oslo. When the operator spoke he asked for Oberleutnant von Hymann, and in a moment he was speaking to him.

'This is 2001, speaking from General Head-quarters, Narvik,' he said. 'I have to report that I tracked Bigglesworth to here, but he had left in a steamer before my arrival. I obtained this information from a party of British prisoners with whom Bigglesworth had for a short time been keeping company. One moment, sir, the Commanding Officer will speak to you. I am telephoning from his office.' Biggles handed the instrument to the Colonel.

There followed a long conversation in which the Colonel confirmed in detail all that Biggles had said, and added details of how the information had been obtained, remarking that he had been a witness of it. He a.s.serted that everything possible had been done to apprehend the wanted man, but as he had left the country before steps could be taken to arrest him no fault could be attached to anyone. The conversation was concluded and the Colonel hung up the instrument. He turned to Biggles. Oberleutnant von Hymann says that you are to return to Boda at once,' he said.

'Very good, sir,' Biggles saluted and withdrew.

His plan had succeeded to the fullest possible extent, and but for one fly in the ointment he would have been elated. It was Algy.

What Algy was doing in Narvik, and how he had come to be taken prisoner, Biggles, of course, had no means of knowing; nor dare he risk arousing suspicion by making inquiries; but from the fact that he was in R.A.F. uniform Biggles could only conclude that, in accordance with his request to Colonel Raymond, Algy had been sent to Norway in an aeroplane with a view to getting into touch with him. If that were so, what had happened to Ginger? It seemed certain that they would start together. One fact was significant, and Biggles did not overlook it. Algy had come to Narvik, and that at once suggested that Narvik was to be the scene of British operations, otherwise he would not be so foolish as to land in territory held by the enemy. Again, if he, Algy, had come to Narvik, then there was good reason to suppose that something was in the wind, that some plan had been evolved to bring Biggles to the same place, in order that they could make contact. But it was a problem no amount of reasoning could answer; the facts could only be obtained from Algy himself. The point paramount in Biggles' mind was that von Hymann had ordered him to return to Boda, and to Boda he would have to go or lay himself open to dangerous questioning when he next saw the Gestapo chief. Yet he could not contemplate departing from Narvik leaving Algy a prisoner in German hands.

He was still standing near the wharf pondering this difficult problem when a German flying-boat appeared round a bend in the fiord, flying very low and at terrific speed. It was obvious that the pilot's mission was an urgent one. With professional interest Biggles watched the machine land and taxi quickly to the wharf where the other machines were moored. Even before the aircraft had stopped moving the pilot had scrambled out, shouting something in a voice that was hoa.r.s.e with excitement. Instantly all was confusion.

Biggles hurried forward. 'What is it?' he asked a soldier, for he had not caught the pilot's words.

'British destroyers are coming up the fiord-five of them,' shouted the soldier as he dashed towards headquarters.

Biggles' pulses began to race. Things were going to happen in Narvik, that was certain.

What part was he to play?

His first thought was not for himself nor for Algy; it was for the destroyers. Was the Commander of the flotilla aware that six German destroyers lay in the fiord? If so, did he know where they were? They were not all in the open water. Some were hidden behind promontories of rock, where their presence would not be suspected. The British destroyers might be steaming into a trap, and if so his first duty ought to be to warn them, regardless of anything else.