Castles in the Sky Page #2

to hit it and...

..ring the bell, so to speak? Yes!

Nothing.

The receiver is tuned

to Daventry, isn't it?

What are you doing?! Well, if...

Just leave it, will you?! Come on!

It's there!

It's actually there!

We saw you!

We...saw...you!

I need to get out of this field

and find a telephone.

We didn't see it till it

was right on top of us.

But we saw it. We saw a plane.

Unfortunately, we can't prove it.

The trace recorder failed. Oh, no!

Well, we'll just have to do

it all over again

and hope it records next time.

It did work, didn't it?

I mean, we didn't imagine that,

did we?

We'll have to build

our own transmitter.

This was just a test.

There are a million and one things

against us.

And we will overcome them all.

Despite your lack of appropriate

qualifications,

I've spoken with the Ministry

and we have recognised

the success of the test

and we would like to proceed

to the next stage of development.

In order to move forward,

we require you to sign

the Official Secrets Act.

Thank you.

I trust the idiot boy is still

in the dark about all this?

He's not an idiot.

He doesn't know what you're doing,

though, does he?

No. Good.

The fewer the better.

You only need to read that the

penalty for even the slightest

deviation from secrecy is...

'To be hanged by the neck

until life is extinct'.

Indeed.

Rather a nice pen.

Keep it...

please.

I get no kick

from champagne

Mere alcohol doesn't

thrill me at all

So tell me

why should it be true?

Someone's cheery.

That I get a kick out of you.

Why, thank you.

I take it you had a good day?

Excellent day, Mag,

a thoroughly excellent day.

I just need to finish this.

I've been struggling with

this for quite some time.

Could you hold this

while I fasten the clip?

Can you hold this piece here?

Got it. OK.

You genius! Well, here's hoping.

So...tell me all about your

excellent day.

You've barely uttered

a word about your work lately.

I'm sorry, I can't.

It's a secret.

A secret?

You're a weatherman!

Not just a weatherman.

Oh, no, no, no.

You fix broach clips too.

And bicycle chains.

The list is endless.

So pray do tell, what's so secret?

Are we going to have a hot summer?

Should we panic-buy

sun hats and the like?

I'm working for the Air Ministry.

No, I am.

No, I'm not joking, stop.

There's a threat.

I've been asked to help.

The Government have asked YOU?

Really?

You're serious? Quite serious.

What exactly is this threat?

I'm not allowed to say.

Sorry, Mag.

I'm sorry.

Morning.

Morning, Professor.

You seem...jolly?

Perhaps I too should

whistle a happy tune?

After all,

we have nothing to worry about,

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