‘It is no small thing, Major, to be lost in a blizzard in the night skies over war-torn Europe.’ ‘Not again, sir,’ Tremayne said protestingly. ‘No man is infallible, my son.’ Smith smiled politely. ‘You mean you don’t know where we are, sir?’ ‘How should I?’ Carpenter slid down in his seat, half-closed his eyes and yawned vastly. ‘I’m only the driver. We have a navigator and the navigator has a radar set and I’ve no faith in either of them.’
