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It
is
worth
remarking
that
after
his
own
complete
disappearance
it
was
found
that
his
private
affairs
were
arranged
with
a
precision
which
may
show
that
he
had
a
strong
premonition
of
disaster
.
With
these
essential
explanations
I
will
now
give
the
narrative
exactly
as
it
stands
,
beginning
at
page
three
of
the
blood
-
soaked
note
-
book
:
"
Nevertheless
,
when
I
dined
at
Rheims
with
Coselli
and
Gustav
Raymond
I
found
that
neither
of
them
was
aware
of
any
particular
danger
in
the
higher
layers
of
the
atmosphere
.
I
did
not
actually
say
what
was
in
my
thoughts
,
but
I
got
so
near
to
it
that
if
they
had
any
corresponding
idea
they
could
not
have
failed
to
express
it
.
But
then
they
are
two
empty
,
vainglorious
fellows
with
no
thought
beyond
seeing
their
silly
names
in
the
newspaper
.
It
is
interesting
to
note
that
neither
of
them
had
ever
been
much
beyond
the
twenty
-
thousand
-
foot
level
.
Of
course
,
men
have
been
higher
than
this
both
in
balloons
and
in
the
ascent
of
mountains
.
It
must
be
well
above
that
point
that
the
aeroplane
enters
the
danger
zone
—
always
presuming
that
my
premonitions
are
correct
.
"
Aeroplaning
has
been
with
us
now
for
more
than
twenty
years
,
and
one
might
well
ask
:
Why
should
this
peril
be
only
revealing
itself
in
our
day
?
The
answer
is
obvious
.
In
the
old
days
of
weak
engines
,
when
a
hundred
horse
-
power
Gnome
or
Green
was
considered
ample
for
every
need
,
the
flights
were
very
restricted
.
Now
that
three
hundred
horse
-
power
is
the
rule
rather
than
the
exception
,
visits
to
the
upper
layers
have
become
easier
and
more
common
.
Some
of
us
can
remember
how
,
in
our
youth
,
Garros
made
a
world
-
wide
reputation
by
attaining
nineteen
thousand
feet
,
and
it
was
considered
a
remarkable
achievement
to
fly
over
the
Alps
.
Our
standard
now
has
been
immeasurably
raised
,
and
there
are
twenty
high
flights
for
one
in
former
years
.
Many
of
them
have
been
undertaken
with
impunity
.
The
thirty
-
thousand
-
foot
level
has
been
reached
time
after
time
with
no
discomfort
beyond
cold
and
asthma
.
What
does
this
prove
?
A
visitor
might
descend
upon
this
planet
a
thousand
times
and
never
see
a
tiger
.
Yet
tigers
exist
,
and
if
he
chanced
to
come
down
into
a
jungle
he
might
be
devoured
.
There
are
jungles
of
the
upper
air
,
and
there
are
worse
things
than
tigers
which
inhabit
them
.
I
believe
in
time
they
will
map
these
jungles
accurately
out
.
Even
at
the
present
moment
I
could
name
two
of
them
.
One
of
them
lies
over
the
Pau
-
Biarritz
district
of
France
.
Another
is
just
over
my
head
as
I
write
here
in
my
house
in
Wiltshire
.
I
rather
think
there
is
a
third
in
the
Homburg
-
Wiesbaden
district
.
"
It
was
the
disappearance
of
the
airmen
that
first
set
me
thinking
.
Of
course
,
everyone
said
that
they
had
fallen
into
the
sea
,
but
that
did
not
satisfy
me
at
all
.
First
,
there
was
Verrier
in
France
;
his
machine
was
found
near
Bayonne
,
but
they
never
got
his
body
.
There
was
the
case
of
Baxter
also
,
who
vanished
,
though
his
engine
and
some
of
the
iron
fixings
were
found
in
a
wood
in
Leicestershire
.
In
that
case
,
Dr
.
Middleton
,
of
Amesbury
,
who
was
watching
the
flight
with
a
telescope
,
declares
that
just
before
the
clouds
obscured
the
view
he
saw
the
machine
,
which
was
at
an
enormous
height
,
suddenly
rise
perpendicularly
upwards
in
a
succession
of
jerks
in
a
manner
that
he
would
have
thought
to
be
impossible
.
That
was
the
last
seen
of
Baxter
.
There
was
a
correspondence
in
the
papers
,
but
it
never
led
to
anything
.
There
were
several
other
similar
cases
,
and
then
there
was
the
death
of
Hay
Connor
.
What
a
cackle
there
was
about
an
unsolved
mystery
of
the
air
,
and
what
columns
in
the
halfpenny
papers
,
and
yet
how
little
was
ever
done
to
get
to
the
bottom
of
the
business
!
He
came
down
in
a
tremendous
vol
-
plane
from
an
unknown
height
.
He
never
got
off
his
machine
and
died
in
his
pilot
’
s
seat
.
Died
of
what
?
’
Heart
disease
,
’
said
the
doctors
.
Rubbish
!
Hay
Connor
’
s
heart
was
as
sound
as
mine
is
.
What
did
Venables
say
?
Venables
was
the
only
man
who
was
at
his
side
when
he
died
.
He
said
that
he
was
shivering
and
looked
like
a
man
who
had
been
badly
scared
.
’
Died
of
fright
,
’
said
Venables
,
but
could
not
imagine
what
he
was
frightened
about
.
Only
said
one
word
to
Venables
,
which
sounded
like
’
Monstrous
.
’
They
could
make
nothing
of
that
at
the
inquest
.
But
I
could
make
something
of
it
.
Monsters
!
That
was
the
last
word
of
poor
Harry
Hay
Connor
.
And
he
DID
die
of
fright
,
just
as
Venables
thought
.
"
And
then
there
was
Myrtle
’
s
head
.
Do
you
really
believe
—
does
anybody
really
believe
—
that
a
man
’
s
head
could
be
driven
clean
into
his
body
by
the
force
of
a
fall
?
Well
,
perhaps
it
may
be
possible
,
but
I
,
for
one
,
have
never
believed
that
it
was
so
with
Myrtle
.
And
the
grease
upon
his
clothes
—
’
all
slimy
with
grease
,
’
said
somebody
at
the
inquest
.
Queer
that
nobody
got
thinking
after
that
!
I
did
—
but
,
then
,
I
had
been
thinking
for
a
good
long
time
.
I
’
ve
made
three
ascents
—
how
Dangerfield
used
to
chaff
me
about
my
shot
-
gun
—
but
I
’
ve
never
been
high
enough
.
Now
,
with
this
new
,
light
Paul
Veroner
machine
and
its
one
hundred
and
seventy
-
five
Robur
,
I
should
easily
touch
the
thirty
thousand
tomorrow
.
I
’
ll
have
a
shot
at
the
record
.
Maybe
I
shall
have
a
shot
at
something
else
as
well
.
Of
course
,
it
’
s
dangerous
.
If
a
fellow
wants
to
avoid
danger
he
had
best
keep
out
of
flying
altogether
and
subside
finally
into
flannel
slippers
and
a
dressing
-
gown
.
But
I
’
ll
visit
the
air
-
jungle
tomorrow
—
and
if
there
’
s
anything
there
I
shall
know
it
.
If
I
return
,
I
’
ll
find
myself
a
bit
of
a
celebrity
.
If
I
don
’
t
this
note
-
book
may
explain
what
I
am
trying
to
do
,
and
how
I
lost
my
life
in
doing
it
.
But
no
drivel
about
accidents
or
mysteries
,
if
YOU
please
.
"
I
chose
my
Paul
Veroner
monoplane
for
the
job
.
There
’
s
nothing
like
a
monoplane
when
real
work
is
to
be
done
.
Beaumont
found
that
out
in
very
early
days
.
For
one
thing
it
doesn
’
t
mind
damp
,
and
the
weather
looks
as
if
we
should
be
in
the
clouds
all
the
time
.
It
’
s
a
bonny
little
model
and
answers
my
hand
like
a
tender
-
mouthed
horse
.
The
engine
is
a
ten
-
cylinder
rotary
Robur
working
up
to
one
hundred
and
seventy
-
five
.
It
has
all
the
modern
improvements
—
enclosed
fuselage
,
high
-
curved
landing
skids
,
brakes
,
gyroscopic
steadiers
,
and
three
speeds
,
worked
by
an
alteration
of
the
angle
of
the
planes
upon
the
Venetian
-
blind
principle
.
I
took
a
shot
-
gun
with
me
and
a
dozen
cartridges
filled
with
buck
-
shot
.
You
should
have
seen
the
face
of
Perkins
,
my
old
mechanic
,
when
I
directed
him
to
put
them
in
.
I
was
dressed
like
an
Arctic
explorer
,
with
two
jerseys
under
my
overalls
,
thick
socks
inside
my
padded
boots
,
a
storm
-
cap
with
flaps
,
and
my
talc
goggles
.
It
was
stifling
outside
the
hangars
,
but
I
was
going
for
the
summit
of
the
Himalayas
,
and
had
to
dress
for
the
part
.
Perkins
knew
there
was
something
on
and
implored
me
to
take
him
with
me
.
Perhaps
I
should
if
I
were
using
the
biplane
,
but
a
monoplane
is
a
one
-
man
show
—
if
you
want
to
get
the
last
foot
of
life
out
of
it
.
Of
course
,
I
took
an
oxygen
bag
;
the
man
who
goes
for
the
altitude
record
without
one
will
either
be
frozen
or
smothered
—
or
both
.
"
I
had
a
good
look
at
the
planes
,
the
rudder
-
bar
,
and
the
elevating
lever
before
I
got
in
.
Everything
was
in
order
so
far
as
I
could
see
.
Then
I
switched
on
my
engine
and
found
that
she
was
running
sweetly
.
When
they
let
her
go
she
rose
almost
at
once
upon
the
lowest
speed
.
