stwell came across again, eager to inquire how the new gyroscope arrangement had worked, for, like myself, he was a great enthusiast over all new notions, however wild they might be. Indeed, I believe he had tried every newfangled idea produced during the past couple of years.
I having pronounced it good, he begged me to let him try it, and a few moments later he was in the pilot's seat. Then after Theed had spun the propeller, our friend rose quickly, and went out to meet my well-beloved on her return.
Roseye, seeing my bus, thought I was flying it, but as she circled gracefully down she realized at last that it was Eastwell, and both machines, after making several fine circuits of the aerodrome, came to earth almost at the same moment.
I had been watching Roseye. For a woman, she was certainly a most intrepid flyer. Crossing to her, I glanced at her self-registering altimeter and saw that she had been up over eight thousand feet.
'I've been across to Dorking,' she laughed gaily,
A good beach book. Often repetitive (perhaps published as a serial?). Anglo propaganda with over-the-top dramatics (but, after all, his men were dying going "over-the-top" and under the bombs of the Zeps). Intriguing look into Great War command, control, communications. Builds to a great set piece finale! Chapters on flying in the early days really quite good, the best of the book. Would love to see reworked as a 90 minute Masterpiece Theater like "The 39 Steps"!