Freddy stopped packing and looked up.
"What kind of a funny feeling?" he wanted to know.
Dave scratched the back of his neck and sighed.
"Just a funny feeling, that's all," he said. "I can't put it into words. I've just got a hunch that plenty is going to happen."
"Good, or bad?" Freddy asked.
Dave shook his head and got off the bunk.
"Boy, do I wish I knew!" he breathed. "Well, we can only wait and hope, I guess. Where do you want to stay in London? Your family's house on Baker Street is closed up, isn't it?"
"Yes," Freddy said. "But, if you like, we can open it for the night. There'd be no objections."
"No, let's bunk at a hotel," Dave said. "How about the Savoy? That's close to the Air Ministry."
"So the lad's a blinking millionaire!" Freddy commented with a chuckle. "He must stay at the very best of places. Too bad they don't rent room and bath at Buckingham Palace."