CHAPTER X
TWO CAN HIDE IN A CLOUD
When, at three A.M., Mary walked up to her plane, she found Ramsey waiting for her.
“I just wanted to tell you,” he said, “that you need not be frightened if your fighter escort seems at times to disappear.”
“Disappear from the sky? How could you?”
“Even over the desert at times there are fleecy, white clouds, like a filmy party dress.”
“And you hide behind them—not the dresses, but the clouds.”
“Quite right.”
“And then you come dashing out at the Messerschmitts?”
“Right again. That may seem like using your plane as a decoy. Perhaps it is, in a way. But we’re guarding the airways and we must get those flying rats. Two of our finest boys, the grandest in the world, vanished over that desert, just last week.”