asked Dad.“I don’t know!” said Bertie. “I only went to the toilet.”Dad clutched at the arm of his seat.“What’s that alarm? Is something wrong?” he worried.“It’s probably just a mistake,” said Bertie. “A fire alarm or something.”
“A FIRE ALARM?” cried Dad.
“Did you say fire?” shouted Big Ears.
Bertie wished he’d never mentioned it.“I didn’t say there was…” he began.
But it was too late. The rumour was spreading from one row to the next.“A fire? Where?”“I don’t know.”“Someone said they smelled smoke!”
“It’s one of the engines!”“Good grief! Are we going to be all right?”Dad had gone white. He was breathing heavily. Big Ears was arguing loudly with the man in front. A baby started wailing. Bertie sunk down in his seat. Help! he thought. All I did was press one little button!
A voice on the tannoy rang out.
