Shire had his dinner on the airplane. Wells had given him a few pieces of cake and a jar of fruit jellies before he left, which felt like a luxury to Shire who had been subsisting on hard bread for a long time.
However, eating in the open cockpit of the "Aphro" was not easy. Shire had to huddle in the cramped fuselage and eat like a thief, afraid to even open the jar of fruit jellies for fear it would spill all over him with even the slightest turbulence.
After dark, the squadron, including four escorting "Camel" fighters, successfully landed in Paris.
The landing site was not the flying club's airfield but the aircraft manufacturing plant.
Eric, who had received the message, came to welcome Shire with a group of people. He walked towards the landing airplane with a spring in his step, his face full of anticipation and joy.
