Then, after a good look at the empty sky, Sparky tilted the plane’s nose downward. Soon they were dragging off their masks and drinking in the crisp desert air of the upper reaches.
“Have to get back and see how my prisoner is getting on.”
“You—your—oh, yes, that Jap spy.” She took the controls.
There was a strange look on his face when he returned.
“Well?” she asked.
“I didn’t mean to tell you,” he replied, soberly. “You asked for it, so here it is. He’s gone to join his ancestors.”
“You mean—”
“Seems his mask didn’t suit him, so he knocked it off.”
“Oh! I see.”
“In other words he committed hari-kari in a rather strange way.