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'So what colour is your airline's logo?'

'Blue and yellow.'

'Right. And it's painted on the fuselage, beginning near the nose and ending quite
near the wing-span. The paint is being chemically analysed right now, just to
confirm, but I know I'm right.'

'But what does it mean?' asked Keller impatiently.

'It means, old chum, that the cabin wall had been blown out with terrific force. An
explosion. And the kind, because of its strength, that could have only been caused
by a bomb.'

He grinned perversely at Keller's pallid face.

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Chapter 2



The little Mack car bumped to a rough stop as close to the hedge as Ken Painter
could get it.

'It won't get stuck in the mud, will it?' the girl sitting beside him asked, nervously
peering out of the side window into the dark night.

No, it's all right,' Ken reassured her, jerking up the handbrake which he knew to be
useless anyway. The path's wide and solid enough. We won't get stuck.'

He turned off his headlights and the sudden, complete darkness startled them both.
They were silent for a few moments while their eyes became accustomed to the
gloom. Ken was pleased with his little Mini, a second-hand car he'd had in his
possession for just over three months now. In his job at the garage, you had to
keep your eyes open for the bargains that now and then came along, and this little
job came along just at the right time. He didn't earn much as an apprentice
mechanic -not yet, anyway - but his governor had agreed to take a slice off his
wages each week to pay the couple of hundred the car had cost. Yes, he was
pleased with the car; it could take him down nice little dark lanes like this and if
you didn't have your own place, a car and a dark lane was the next best thing.

What he wasn't too pleased with though, was Audrey. She was becoming a pain in
the arse. He had plenty of girlfriends who enjoyed his little detours off the beaten
track, but Audrey was always twittering on about romance, saving yourself for the