"I may be after lookin' into her doings one o' these days. Spendin' ivery other evenin' in London wouldn't be so bad," O'Malley decided.
Heading north they eased across the backbone of the peninsula which the Germans had not taken the trouble to occupy in any numbers. They moved along while darkness settled. Arno and Tony kept a close check on landmarks. Finally Arno called up to Stan over the phone.
"We can head west again. I have located the ridge and the mountain we will use as a marker."
O'Malley headed the Mosquito west, letting her ease down to low altitude. Arno called in directions.
"We are coming to the divide. There we will follow the ridge north."
O'Malley followed instructions. As they swept up the ridge they saw below them a great fire, with several smaller fires breaking out near by.
"Colonel Benson's boys have hit the flying field," Stan observed to O'Malley.
"Sure, an' I think they're over the Bolero place right now." O'Malley jerked his head to the right. At that moment Tony's voice came in over the intercom.
"The bombers are attacking the villa." He tried not to show his feelings, but the boys knew how he felt. His home was being blasted.
"The whole German staff for this area ought to be down there at this hour," Stan answered. "It's tough, but we have to do it."