We had some pesky 110s shadowing us for several hundred miles prior to Stuttgart. We were not spotted by the searchlights, but put a rather inadequate 20% on target. After the target, one of the 110s had a right go at us. Sounded like a nest of my Uncle Bertie's bees had gotten lose in the old girl. Flight Engineer Duncun had to feather the #3 engine, and the port elevator was knocked out as well. Houseman in the rear returned the favor, and Fritz bothered us no more. Safe landing and off for a spot of tea. (81 Peckham Points)