"Is it possible that fellow with a red eye could be correct?" asked Watson, as they left their Club.
"No, it is not" said Holmes, "but loyalty to friends is admirable, do you not agree?"
"I do indeed" said Watson. "I noticed they both hail from the North East of England and were training to be professional rotary flying machine drivers at a similar time."
"Damn fool way of trying to make a living, if you ask me", said Holmes. "It costs new drivers an enormous sum to be qualified because of all the rules made by the bureaucrats and, even if they can find employment, it's often not well remunerated."
"Mr Coupling says all the rules make Britain the leader of the entire world in this aviation pursuit", said Watson.
"Yes, he does" said Holmes, reflecting, but without further comment.
"If anything goes wrong, journalists are very quick to blame the driver", observed Watson.
"If only it was just journalists," sighed Holmes.
"Still, enough observing for me today. I'll leave others to do so in their own way for the moment. Ah, here comes a carriage. Cabbie! What was it that squirrel-kisser fellow called the American? A 'tosser'. I'll enquire of the driver what it means. They know that sort of thing."
"Baker Street, if you please, my good man. Goodnight, Watson."
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