Vickers said he could give them a “roadmap” of how the raid came to be launched.
Vickers ducked, and it exploded against the wall above his head.
And then, with an anxious face, he went in pursuit of Vickers.
"I wasn't singing," snarled Mr. Vickers, endeavouring to avoid his daughter's eye.
Before Mr. Vickers could frame a reply a squeaking which put all the others in the shade sounded from above.
The Vickers gun was the only successful weapon of the fixed type developed in the war before we became a belligerent.
