Great anxiety prevailed in the control room at Croydon, for, in spite of persistent calls, nothing had been heard from Mr Mick's plane for a long time. Day was beginning to dawn and ho should have landed long ago. Suddenly the, telephone rang. "This is the Exeter police calling. For more than half an hour we have heard the sound of a big plane circling round and round over the town. We can’t see anything for fog." “It must be the night plane from Paris.” answered the control officer. “We'll arrange for assistance at once. Thanks.” “Get a plane ready at once,” ordered Commander Hinge, as he put down the receiver. “And remember the parachutes. They’ve just phoned that the Paris night plane has lost her bearings!” A few moments later a fast plane was roaring her way up through the clouds.

Evening Star, Issue 23355, 26 August 1939, Page 8

Great anxiety prevailed in the control room at Croydon, for, in spite of persistent calls, nothing had been heard from Mr Mick's plane for a long time. Day was beginning to dawn and ho should have landed long ago. Suddenly the, telephone rang.

"This is the Exeter police calling. For more than half an hour we have heard the sound of a big plane circling round and round over the town. We can’t see anything for fog." “It must be the night plane from Paris.” answered the control officer. “We'll arrange for assistance at once. Thanks.”

“ Get a plane ready at once,” ordered Commander Hinge, as he put down the receiver. “And remember the parachutes. They’ve just phoned that the Paris night plane has lost her bearings!” A few moments later a fast plane was roaring her way up through the clouds.