A Blenheim reconnaissance plane skimmed in and out of the overcast above the North Sea one midnight last week chasing a Nazi seaplane. The seaplane dodged into a cloud. The Blenheim followed, lost touch with its quarry, emerged suddenly into a clear patch over the sea just off Egersund, Norway.
There, big as life, shining in the full June moon, lay the sleek, clean form of a German pocket battleship.
The Blenheim wirelessed its base. R.A.F. torpedo bombers roared out to sea. The pilots were taut-eyed, for this was a prize not to miss. The scuttling of the pocket battleship Admiral...
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