| Chapter Seven - A New Recruit |
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This newest invention raised a new problem. My links with the
authorities had been severed and yet I felt sure my inventions needed to
reach them, so that my good work thus far should continue. To this end I
managed to contact an old army friend via mail. I arrived at his London
townhouse in the early hours of Sunday morning. Over a light meal we
discussed much of what had been happening.
He agreed whole heartedly that my creations needed to reach military intelligence and he would make sure they got there safely. He assured me that while doing so, he would cover any tracks that might lead these back to me. The military would know who they had come from but would not have the slightest idea how the inventions had reached them. Through our conversation we both agreed that the only way we could fight back against the continuing air attacks was by meeting them on their own battlefield - vis a vis bringing the fight to the air. Though there had been work done in attempting manned flight, results thus far had been disappointing. Thus far we had been unable to solve how the enemy flew, even though a few crashed craft had been recovered. The sustained artillery fire that had brought them down had all but destroyed them, leaving our scientists with little clue as to their workings. My friend gave me a grin that made it apparent he had been thinking on this problem for some time and had arrived at a way to move forward. He bade me to wait until tomorrow for what he was to show me and we both retired to our beds. Waking and breakfasting as usual we walked to one of the more well known London parks to be met by a strange spectacle. There was quite a crowd watching a young gentleman flying a kite. I was about to ask why he had brought me to watch something so common place, when I witnessed the most extraordinary thing; this kite was not simply tossing and turning to the whim of the wind. The young man who was holding it was manipulating two strings in order to make the kite perform the most amazing swoops, turns and rolls in the air much to the amusement of the crowd. After an hour of the most amazing stunts, he landed his kite and the crowd dispersed. We met with him, offered him lunch and soon were all sat comfortably back at my accomplices' townhouse. There he explained to me his lust for science and especially that of flying engineering. We discussed our favourite scientists and soon the discussion turned to how this young mans research could be turned to the application of flying machines. We found him pleasant and knowledgeable company, our conversation lasting well into the small hours, where finally struck an accord to work together on mans first flying craft. |
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