![]() ![]() Google Chrome, Chromium and Safari must decide the value from the input character. IE just exposes the native virtual keycode value as KeyboardEvent.ke圜ode. The value of key events which are caused by pressing or releasing printable keys in standard position is not compatible between browsers. Unfortunately, some browsers still don't have it, so you'll have to be careful to make sure you use one which is supported on all target browsers. Instead, you should use de, if it's implemented. You should avoid using this if possible it's been deprecated for some time. If the key can't be identified, this value is 0. This is usually the decimal ASCII ( RFC 20) or Windows 1252 code corresponding to the key. The deprecated KeyboardEvent.ke圜ode read-only property represents a system and implementation dependent numerical code identifying the unmodified value of the pressed key. Be aware that this feature may cease to work at any time. Avoid using it, and update existing code if possible see the compatibility table at the bottom of this page to guide your decision. Though some browsers might still support it, it may have already been removed from the relevant web standards, may be in the process of being dropped, or may only be kept for compatibility purposes. The commodore nodded again, and Jensen touched his sleeve.Deprecated: This feature is no longer recommended. "Too bloody right, I don't!" Torrance growled. Didn't even get half-way towards the harbour. Russ and Conroy were belted good and proper on the way in. gun in the south of Europe concentrated along this narrow 50-degree vector-the only way you can approach the target, or anywhere near the target. Might as well have dropped a shower of leaflets asking them to spike their own bloody guns. We would have to have gone down lower than that anyway-about three thousand feet below sea-level, then fly up the way: that cliff overhang shuts the target clean off. It was ten-tenths over the target," Torrance said bitterly. "May I have a word with the Squadron Leader?" "Just one little question, Squadron Leader. "It is impossible, you say?" Jensen persisted. Because I'm not God and I can't do the impossible." There was a flat finality in Torrance's voice that carried conviction, that brooked no argument. Because I don't believe in sacrificing good blokes for nothing. I'm beginning to think that you can count yourself damn' lucky to have had even that much." "Four hours' sleep, Captain Mallory," he said quietly. The cabin perspex was shattered and starred in a dozen places. The grey camouflage paint of the after fuselage and tailplanes was riddled with bullet and cannon shells, an aileron was shredded and the port outer engine out of commission, saturated in oil. In less than a minute the first bomber was down, heavily, awkwardly, taxi-ing to a standstill just beside them. office were about as right as they usually are."īoth men screwed up their eyes in automatic reflex as the fierce glare of the landing lights struck at them, the flare path arrowing off into the outer darkness. First off, the weather was against us- the jokers in the Met. Bill, these gentlemen here-Captain Jensen of the Royal Navy, Captain Mallory of the Long Range Desert Group-have a very special interest in Navarone. Squadron Leader Torrance," he added unnecessarily, "is an Australian." Mallory had the impression that the commodore rather hoped this would explain some things, Squadron Leader Torrance among them. "Gentlemen, this is Squadron Leader Torrance. 'We'd like to take with us the joker who thought this one up and shove him out at ten thousand over Navarone, without benefit of parachute." We were talking about it on the way home." Mallory caught the deep murmur of voices in the background, a growl of agreement. "But we'd like to go back again," he went on. A fair cow, it was, a real suicide do." He broke off abruptly, stared moodily with compressed lips through his own drifting tobacco smoke. To wait, and to keep on waiting-that is to be of the East." "Patience, laddie, patience-as our worthy commodore has just advocated. and order one of us to crash-dive it at four hundred into the mouth of the gun cave. Not," he added bitterly, "unless you cram a Mosquito full of T.N.T. But I do know that nothing we've got has a snowball's chance in hell. "Maybe a Dornier flyingboat with one of these new-fangled radio-controlled glider-bombs might do it and get off with it. At least, it's impossible for us." He drew a weary hand down his face. So are the lives of all these jokers." Torrance jerked a big thumb over his shoulder. ![]()
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