Just as "Algy", or Algernon Montgomery Lacey to give him his full name, was putting on the kettle for a final mug up, Biggles came into the room with a downcast look.

"Why the long face, old man?" asked Algy, always sensitive to his chum's inner demons.

"The Old Man's got the wind up, I'm afraid", came the terse reply.

"Ha ha ha", said Ginger almost immediately. He had developed a kind of aphasia after their last mission, so everyone ignored him and he went back to his collection of brass rubbings.

"So the C.O. is creating, that's hardly new."

"I don't know," said Biggles, "Apparently there's been talk of a new weapon's being deployed. The details aren't known, but it's rumoured to be causing trouble for our fellows around Amiens. It's called a 'weblog'—sometimes 'blog' for short."

"Trust Jerry to come up with a boffo name for a new type of gun," cried Bertie.

"Ha ha ha", added Ginger, rubbing his face and ears violently.

"Gun?" returned Biggles, "Who said anything about a gun?"

A few hours later the trio was soaring over the vast comments section of an ugly, sprawling site. Inside boxes with dashed borders they could discern ads and promotional matériel. "So much activity, and so little meaning", thought Biggles as he signalled for the others to gain altitude. In another minute the Fokkers would be almost on top of them.