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leased the brake, and let her coast silently
back to the bend.
“'Oo arc wc chasing, anyway T asked Dick,
his eyes scanning the road in every direction.
“A gang of crooks and traitors,” answered
Ray through his teeth, "pinching atomic
secrets and selling them to die highest
bidder. And double-crossing all sides. If
they aren't stopped they’ll get some nation
so jittery that it starts tossing H-bombs
“Tut, tut,” said Dick, who had got his
M.M. in the war for walking calmly up to an
enemy tank and sticking an adhesive bomb
on its belly. “We can't 'ave that. Gimme the
right answer to one question, and Ah’m in
this with yer. But first, there’s one on 'em
peerin' round yon comer. We’d 'vc bin right
slap on top of 'im if Ah hadn’t backed."
“I don't want to shoot if 1 can help it,” said
Ray, creeping out and taking cover behind
the bonnet. "I don’t want the police around.
It's surprising to me wc haven't had them
after us already.”
“Wc may need ’em afore we’ve finished,"
grunted Dick as the gangster vanished and
Ray leapt back into the car. “Ah dunno what
yer think us two can do if we th catch 'em,
unless yer changes yer mind about shootin'.”
His keen ear picked up the sound of the
Morris cautiously starting up out of sight,
and the Jaguar purred into motion. Dick
streaked past the turn where the other car had
lurked and took the next, answering Ray's
unspoken enquiry with:
"Happen they’ve laid a trap there spikes
on road, or wire across it.”
"Well, what was the question?” asked Ray
as the chase continued.
"This are you and yer pals working for
England?” demanded Dick.
“In a way. We’re not working against
England, anyway. I'd rather say we’re work-
ing for all mankind."
Dick pulled up.
“Ye’re talkin' like a communist," he said
“Then I must have put it badly. More of
our chaps have got it in the neck on the other
side of the Iron Curtain than on this side.”
"Ah’vc got it! You're some sort o' Secret
Service for this ’ere Atlantic Pact! Work in'
for all the civilised countries against the Red
Peril an’ the Yellcr Peril an’ . .
His exuberant voice trailed into silence as
Ray shook his head.
“We’re working for all mankind, as I said
before,” repeated Ray. “The one thing the
ordinary people in all countries are longing
for is peace. We're going to make it for them.”
“Ah see,” said Dick with a sigh. “Now Ah
know why ye won’t shoot at them scallywags.
You're pacifists. Well, Ah can respect yer
views, but — ”
“NoT interrupted Ray violently. “We’re
not pacifists - we're pcaco-makers. We’re
going to make peace insist on it - if wc have
to fight before we can do it.”
“Ah’vc 'card that one before," commented
Dick drily. “Twice.”
“This is different. You’ll see! And if all
goes well, there won’t be any fighting. Some
of the best brains in the world are — ”
Ray suddenly broke off, and shut his
mouth like a trap.
“I mustn't tell you any more,” he said,
"unless you decide to become one of us.”
“Wot, buy a pig in a poke?” jeered Dick.
“Not me! Wc don’t do that where Ah come
“You will when you're ready,” said Ray
calmly. “Well, we’ve lost ’em they're miles
away by now. Can't be helped. Thanks for
"Ah’m sorry Ah made ye miss ’em, lad. Ah
reckon you're doin’ what ye believe is right,
but when ye started on that claptrap about
“all mankind” Ah had to be sure of ye before
Ah went on clpuig ye.”
“Of course, Dick.” Ray clapped him on the
shoulder. “I understand. When you fed you
can trust me, well be proud to have you.
Where do we go front here?”
“Back to where them gangsters stopped.
Ah want to sec what sort o’ trap they laid for
The story so far
Blown to Smithereens!
F ortunately Ray knew how to fail.
He had let himself go limp, and though
badly bruised and shaken he had broken
When he recovered from the dare, he
couldn't understand why the gangsters were
still sitting in the car instead of piling on top
of him and practising a Rugby scrum. Then
he noticed that he had a gun in his left hand,
and that it was pointed at the car.
His wild grab at the gun just before the car
threw him like a bucking bronco must have
been successful! The gangsters little knew
tliat he had no intention of shooting anyone
if he could help it.
He changed the gun to his right hand and
climbed painfully to his feet. He decided that
he would have to shoot at the tyres and, if
necessary, “wing” his assailants.
He took aim at a back wheel, and at that
moment the Morris started with a jerk and
drove off at speed. Only a second elapsed
before he realised why; a long rakish car slid
to a stop beside him, and a stocky, curly-
headed figure jumped out and lifted him up.
It was Dick Rawlings.
“Yer want a lift?"’ asked Dick.
“Ill say 1 do!” answered Ray, climbing in
and sliding across to make room for the
driver, “You just turned up in the nick of
The car swooshed off before Ray had
The sturdy young Northerner handled her
beautifully, and she responded like a live
thing to the gentle grip of his powerful hands.
“Think you can catch ’em?” asked Ray.
Dick snorted. “Know what this is?”
“Didn’t notice,” admitted Ray, glancing
along the sleek grey bonnet.
“It's Doctor's three-and-’arf litre Jaguar,”
grunted Dick, with ill-concealed pride.
“Fastest thing on the road. Do ninety-five
easy. Or a bit more fer me if ah need it, won’t
yer, me lady? Catch 'em!” He snorted again.
“But yon feller can drive.”
The Morris twisted and turned, screaming
round corners on two wheels, so that the
Jaguar could never open out fully. Dick
wouldn't abuse the car, especially as it wasn’t
his, but its speed and his skill began to
reduce the gangster's lead.
“How did you conic on the scene?” en-
quired Ray. “Did Jim and Ken see you?”
“Are they mixed up wi’ same gang?”
“Yes I didn't involve them though.”
“Good. Them chaps is no playmates fer
lads.” Dick pulled up hard at some traffic
lights which the gangsters had ignored, and
though Ray chafed at the delay, he saw the
sense of it as a heavy lorry lumbered across
“Ken and 'is sister come fer me earlier on,”
he continued, easing in the clutch as the lights
changed, “with a wild tale about a wounded
man Jim 'ad found in a coal-’ole. Ah went
with ’em to get ’im out, but 'c weren't there.
Nah yer don’t fool me!” Dick was now
addressing the gangsters, who had turned left,
screeched round a block, and then cut back
to the right. “Ah’vc seen yer!” The Jaguar
swooped along to the turn the Morris had
finally taken. “Ah should’ve called it a cock-
an’-bull yarn but fer one thing."
“What was that?” enquired Ray. Dick
never took his eyes off the road, but felt with
his left hand in his jacket pocket and passed
Ray a sorbo ball.
“Found it in coal-’ole, Jim 'ad said feller
was gagged wi’ a ball. Friend o' yours?”
“Yes, he’s ‘one of us’," replied Ray,
pocketing the ball. “I’ll keep this may come
in handy. Look out!"
The Morris had turned into a side-street,
braked, and backed viciously out, trying to
Dick didn't need Ray's warning yell. Given
the choice of mounting the pavement and
maybe damaging the Doctor’s car, or swerv-
ing down the street the gangsters had backed
out of and losing his lead, he chose the latter.
Ray groaned, but Dick drove impertur-
bably round the block and was soon in pursuit
“So Ah sent the young uns home, and went
back ter me job,” continued Dick as if nothing
had happened. “Ah saw no more o' the kids,
but Ah were just finishin' changin’ a wheel on
this beauty when a car roared past end o'
street wi’ a chap on roof. Ah didn't know as
it were you, but Ah recognised car by the
sound o’ th’ engine. Morris 14, pinched at tea-
time from station yard. Ah finished tightening
wheel afore Ah followed - good thing Ah did,”
he added as he pulled the big car round a hair-
Suddenly he pulled up, stuck his head out
of the window, and listened. “They’ve
stopped,” he said quietly. “Keep yer eyes
skinned an’ yer gun handy.” The car was on a
slight rise, and Dick put her in neutral, re-
us. in case someone else runs into it. Then ah
mun get back to garridge."
He started the car, turned her expertly, and
pulled' up at the entrance to the side street
where the gangster had peered round the
comer. He got out, followed by Ray, and
suddenly broke into a run. Ray came up to
find him kneeling by the prone figure of a
She was lying unconscious in the middle
of the road, her hands and legs tightly bound.
Dick took a knife from his pocket and cut
the cords, his jaw jutting and his eyes glitter-
ing. Then he picked her up as if she had been
a baby, and carried her to the car without a
word. Ray opened the door and helped to lay
her on the back scat.
They got in the front, and then Dick spoke.
"The devils!" he said quietly, but in such a
way that you coutd almost feel sorry for them
if ever he met them.
"Who is she?” queried Ray, as Dick let in
“Pro. They must've nabbed her as she was
going 'ome from my place. Mebbe they’ve
still got Ken. D'ye realise that if Ah’d followed
'em down that street we'd 'ave gone over her
afore Ah could stop?”
Ray nodded, soberly.
“Now you see what we’re up against," he
“Aye. An’ Ah don't care what you are, so
long as you aren't a bolshie - if you’re agin'
them devils. Ah'm with ye."
Ray’s face lit up.
“Then they’d better look out, now!" he
“They 'ad an' all!" grinned Dick.
"Where arc you taking her?” asked Ray,
jerking his head towards the -rear seat.
"’Ere." said Dick, stopping the car outside
a pleasant Georgian house. “’Ang on a
At the Doctor’s
As Dick went and rang repeatedly at one of
the two bells, Ray craned his neck to read the
brass plate. "Dr. Briggs", it said.
In a l< minutes the door was opened by a
tall, stooping man in a dressing-gown. He
seemed to know Dick, and they conferred in
low voices. Then Dick relumed to (he car,
and he and Ray carried Pru into the Doctor's
consulting room. They waited anxiously
whilst the poker-faced man bent over the girl.
He straightened up again with a grunt that
might have meant anything.
“Will she be all right. Doctor?” asked Ray.
“Ye’ll not get anything out of 7m,” whis-
pered Dick, loud enough for the Doctor to
hear. "Them chaps never commits theirselvcs,
then if patient dies they can reckon they knew
The Doctor looked at Dick over his spec-
tacles. "Really?" he said. "And what about
you, shaking your head over my old car and
saying nothing, until you got me so worried
I went out and bought that Jaguar you wanted
to play with?"
He turned to Ray. "Nothing much wrong
except that she's been chloroformed. Get Iter
to bed and let her sleep it off. I'll drop in and
see her later that's if Dick will be kind
enough to let me borrow my car,” he added
"Aye, Ah think we can spare ’er after we've
run this lass 'ome," said pick, winking
solemnly at Ray. Then he jerked up his head,
shouted "Come on, Ray!" and dashed out of
the door before the astonished Doctor could
say a word.
As Ray followed him into the Jaguar and
slammed the door he saw the Morris approach
and then turn violently to the right. Dick’s
keen ear had picked up the note of the engine
whilst it was still a block away. He turned the
long car as neatly as if it had been a London
taxi, and they swooped off in pursuit.
"Bit o’ luck, that!" chortled Dick.“Wonder
where they've been all this time?”
"Wish I knew! They seem to be leaving
“If they get on a straight road, we'll catch
'em." stated Dick. "What does a Peacemaker
do then? Take ’em back to a secret dungeon
and torture them till they reveal that their
boss is called The Spider and ’is Identity Card
is numbered AXXN 1153?”
“I’m not rising to that one," smiled Ray.
"You know we don't degrade ourselves by
torturing people. I should think the simplest
thing to do in this case would be to hand them
over to the police on a charge of stealing the
Morris. That'll put ’em out of the way for a
bit. One of their big weaknesses is that they’re
always doing something criminal, if we can
only find out what it is."
“And are you never up against the law?”
enquired Dick innocently.
"Depends on whose law you’re talking
about," replied Ray. “The Resistance Move-
ments in the occupied countries during the
war were ‘illegal’, weren't they? A chap has to
follow his conscience.”
“Aye, that’s right," agreed Dick, serious
for once. “But them chaps don't seem to ’ave
one, and there’s many folks as 'as queer ones."
A familiar sound came to their ears above
the steady hum of their progress. Dick kept
his eyes on the road and on the car they were
rapidly overtaking, but Ray slewed round in
“Police car!" he exclaimed.
"'Bout time," grunted Dick. “Better let 'em
He eased his foot off the accelerator, and the
Jaguar slowed to less than a mile a minute.
The police car raced past, its alarm sounding.
“They're wide awake, them chaps." re-
marked Dick approvingly. “Can’t think why
they didn’t get on to us as we was chasin'
round town unless most of 'em was at
Police Ball. Good job they’ve turned up - Ah
doubt if Ah could’ve shoved yon Morris off
road without damagin' Doctor's car."
The police car drew almost level with the
Morris and prepared to crowd it into the side.
A daring cop was already standing on the
running board, ready to leap at the driver of
the Morris if necessary, and Dick drew in his
breath with a whistle of admiration.
“Them chaps earns their pay,” declared
"And more!” agreed Ray.
"Ah were at pitchers the other night, and a
chap next to me cheered when policeman
were shot in the fillum. When we got outside
Ah sloshed 'im. Any objection from Peace-
"I'd have done the same," said Ray.
Just as the police car got alongside the flee-
ing Morris, the two cars reached a crossroads,
and the gangsters’ driver swung crazily round
to the left. The police car braked and got
round too, even though it was on the outside
curve. Both cars went into a skid.
"They'll both crash!” breathed Dick,
putting his foot down.
But he was wrong. As the Morris rccoyered,
spurts of flame spat from her, and the police
car smashed into the ditch. Dick and Ray
couldn’t see whether the shots had hit the
driver or the tyres or what.
The Jaguar slid to a stop beside the wreck.
All four policemen were out by the time they
got there, and only the man who had been on
the outside seemed to be injured. “'Op in,"
invited Dick, opening the rear door behind
him. Two of the policemen sprang in, leaving
the third to stay with their injured comrade,
and the Jaguar shot off to continue the
"Is he badly hurt?" enquired Ray.
“I don’t think so," replied one of the cops
in the back.
"Look!" exclaimed the other. "They’ve
turned left again. Going back to town. Know
where they might be making for T'
“We've an idea," said Ray.
The Morris was now out of sight, and when
the Jaguar came to a fork, Dick stopped
whilst one of the policemen jumped out and
looked for tyre marks.
“Can't be sure," he said, springing back,
“but I think left."
Dick drove the Jaguar towards town in a
way that earned him a word of commenda-
tion from the police driver behind him. The
young Northerner flushed with pleasure, but
"You work at the Ace Garage, don't you?”
"Aye. Name o' Dick Rawlings. This is my
pal Ray. Ah hope everythink's all right at
garridge. We've been chasing yon stolen
Morris a bit now. Where was you all night?"
"Phoney call the other side of town,"
answered the police driver gloomily. “Same
The police seemed to have assumed that
Ray worked at the garage too, and he
breathed a sigh of relief. A good thing Dick
had anticipated the inevitable question.
As they swept into the town there was still
no sign of the Morris, so Dick made straight
for the bombed house with the cellar into
which Jim had fallen. As the Jaguar turned
into the street they flashed past a youth who
had just run out of a side-turning.
“Isn’t that Jim?" snapped Ray, craning his
Before Dick could answer or even slow
down, the Morris turned into the street from
the other end and sped towards them. Dick
held his course until it was clear that the
gangsters would crash head-on rather than
Then he swerved at the last moment on to
the bomb-site on his left, coaxing the car
anxiously round piles of debris in an effort
to find a clear way back to the road. At
length, with a broken bathtub in front and
jagged bits of iron all round, he stopped the
car, and they all got out. The Morris had just
stopped in front of the gang's hideout as a
boyish figure ran up to it.
The two policemen charged forward, one
of them tripping over what looked like an old
Ray shouted “Jim!” and Dick yelled
“Ken!"; then both of them, battle-trained,
fell flat on their faces as a terrific explosion
shattered the night and a blinding sheet of
flame spread from the crumpled Morris to
the row of tottcrirfg houses.
To be continued next week
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CRICKET COACHING by LEARY CONSTANTINE
Another real-life Spy story by
H O W do you become a spy? Quite a
lot of boys seem interested in this
question, to judge by the letters 1
receive- One lad of 9 asked if I
could recommend a good spy school, and if
it had its own junior or prep, school !
Naturally, the War Office does not adver-
tise for its agents: “Spies wanted, all sorts and
sizes. Apply — ”
Nor would it be of much use if you your-
self were to advertise: “Boy, aged 14, offers
services as spy. Knows French up to the pen
of the gardener's aunt. Very good with a cata-
pult. Can ride a bicycle. Has studied Dick
Barton. What offers?” I can give you the
However, I can tell you of two or three
methods of entering the ranks of the secret
You are called up for your military service
in war-time, let us say. You speak German
very well: not just matriculation standard
you have lived in Germany for some years.
Your company officer soon notices that.
Then one day your unit captures some
prisoners. Your officer says. “Look, I want
some information out of these fellows,
quickly - can’t wait for the Intelligence Corps.
You get busy on them."
So, when an Intelligence Officer comes
along, he finds that you have carried out the
preliminary interrogation very efficiently. He
makes a mental note.
Then, later, he gets you transferred to his
staff. At first you question prisoners, or read
captured German documents. But one day
your officer says: “There is a big batch of
prisoners coming into Die cage. These
Fritzes don't talk very freely. Now, here's a
German uniform - get into it. Now I'll brief
you — "
He gives you a name and number. You
belong to a unit just north of those to which
the prisoners belong. You learn the name of
its officers, and similar details. You are
herded into the cage as if you were a German
prisoner yourself. And men who refuse to
talk to a British officer will perhaps talk to
one of themselves.
Next comes a precarious job. You crawl
out in front of our lines, lie hidden near a
German post, and listen to the conversation
of German sentries. You can pick up all
kinds of details - the morale and casualties
in their unit, for example. Or you may get
nothing and all the time lie under the fire
of your own guns!
One day a senior officer, sends for you.
“The reports on you are very good", he says.
“Your German is first-class, and your nerve
is sound. Are you willing to have a go behind
the lines T
He will not press you - only volunteers are
of any real use in espionage.
But if you agree, a suitable background
will be arranged, and before long you will be
dropped or infiltrated behind the German
lines, a fully-fledged spy.
Or maybe you are a business man who
often goes abroad - a commercial traveller,
Some astute man in Military Intelligence
gets to know about you. First he makes some
careful enquiries, to prove that you are
thoroughly British, have a flair for intrigue,
and control of yourself. Then he will ap-
proach you - apparently quite casually.
“Keep Your Eyes Open!”
“You're going to Cologne next week, aren't
you? Well, look, we Slink that the 21st Divi-
sion has been replaced by the 60th. Could you
just keep your eyes open?”
That's a fairly easy job, and you do it. On
your next journey the officer suggests some-
After a long trial on petty tasks, you may
be asked to do something bigger. You have
the advantage of a good ready-made cover.
You continue to do your job as a com-
mercial traveller, and do your spying in your
spare time, so to speak.
A third method: you arc a naval, army, or
air force officer, thoroughly trained, especially
on the technical side. Your German is also
very good, and you are a natural actor. If you
are willing to volunteer for secret service
work, you are sent to a spy school. That is not
the military title of the establishment, but
describes it very well.
If a war is on, the course is short. In peace
lime it is very thorough. When you pass out,
you will not only be a trained spy yourself -
you will be qualified to take charge of a group
You will learn a good deal about codes and
secret inks I shall write more about these in
You will be able to drive any make of
British or foreign car - and ride a horse as
well. You will have made several parachute
jumps, and in emergency could take charge
of an aircraft.
Your languages have been given special
attention, and you know a lot about dialects.
The thrillers seldom mention this point, but
it is important. A foreign spy who knew only
“Oxford” English, for example, might be
completely foxed if he overheard a conversa-
tion in really broad Lancashire!
You are taught to act as an ordinary man,
and to look ordinary. If you belong to the
R.A.F. and favour “handle-bar” moustaches,
off they come!
You learn a lot about radio - and about
detonators for sabotage purposes. You be-
come an accomplished burglar, and can pick
an ordinary lock with ease.
Naturally, you must keep in first-class
physical condition, and your nerve is con-
At one German spy-school the doctor
would take the recruit out into the park
surrounding the isolated building. Suddenly
three or four men would run across the turf :
a machine gun would open fire, and the men
would fall and lie still. The recruit might be
horrified - perhaps this was his first sight of
sudden death. Immediately the doctor would
pounce upon him to test his pulse and heart.
Then the “dead” men would get up and walk
away the episode was just a test of the spy-
At another school the would-be spy was
dressed in a pneumatic suit, which was in-
flated. Then he sat on a mechanical contri-
vance which whirled his chair round and
round. Suddenly his scat collapsed, and he
was flung wide.
Jump from a Train
The pneumatic suit prevented him from
suffering injury. He went through this lest
day after day - until he did it without the
special protective suit. It proved to be first-
class training for jumping from a moving cur
All the while you are having lectures on
your own technical subject, whether it be guns
or aircraft. As a relief, you learn quite a lot
In the thriller the spy is a “master of dis-
guise". He comes into a room disguised as a
Chinaman: the police are after him: a few
rapid passes with greasepaint, some business
with wigs and whiskers, and he goes out
through the window disguised as a Russian,
singing the Volga boat song and kicking the
snow off his boots!
If you think that you could get away with
wigs, whiskers and greasepaint, just try them !
I promise that you won't get very far! The
local small boys will notice you even before
the police do.
The best disguise of all is a character. You
are taught to live it, not to put it on. A back-
ground is worked out for you, and all your
passports and other papers are beautifully
forged. If your name is to be Hans Schmidt,
then you will use the name for weeks, so that
you will get used to it. You know all about
this Hans where he was born, details of his
father, mother and friends. You know all
about his work, too - and you will be pre-
pared to do it, whatever it is! Thus, by a mass
of details, you build up the character ofHans
Schmidt, and it is your best protection.
You may need some little changes in your
appearance, in case you run into some old
acquaintance. Ifyour hair is dyed, it will make
a big difference to your appearance: and you
are taught to keep it dyed to the same shade.
For an emergency, even a detail like altering
the parting of your hair can have its effect.
You can appear to be about two inches
shorter by practising a slouch. To pass an
opponent who might recognise you, the shape
of your face can be temporarily altered by
stuffing slices of apple or potato under your
Injecting Molten Wax
If your “ character " demands more perm-
anent alterations, there are many possibilities.
There arc solutions to darken your skin, and
others to bleach it. You can alter the shape of
your nose by injecting molten wax under the
skin, and then moulding it into shape. For
goodness sake don’t try this, for it is very,
vpry painful. If you tlo try it, don't blame me
when it hurts - as it will!
You can imagine that after months or vears
of this training you know a thing or two! You
must study the politics of the country where
you are going to work, and any local customs
Idioms and slip-shod habits in speech are
important - one foreign spy couldn't under-
stand when some people talked about drink-
ing “minerals” - he thought that the word
meant things like coal and iron, while the
people were actually talking about lemonade
and ginger beer!
In war-time, as I said, training is naturally
much shorter. Often a spy is trained for one
particular job - say. reporting on the lay-out
of factories in a munitions town. He must
know the language, of course: lie will be
taught how to use a radio transmitter, and
how to use some codes for his messages.
These “short term" spies are seldom very
Immediately after the first World War I
went to a German spy school in Antwerp,
and more recently to one in Hamburg. Both
were very interesting. The Antwerp school
specialised in naval spies. In one room were
models of battleships, cruisers, destroyers,
and so on - and the spy-recruits had to iden-
tify them by their outlines or silhouettes. I
saw some of the students' examination
papers, and I must say that they weren't very
good. Otic man mistook a mine-layer for a
1 "know that it must be very disappointing
for you to learn that a spy has to go to school.
Not very glamorous, I agree!
However, parts of the spy course arc more
interesting than compound fractions and
isosceles triangles. Another time, for example,
I shall (ell you about some of the codes which
spies arc taught to use.
true spy story
by Bernard Newman
PROFESSOR BRITTAIN EXPLAINS
A GIANT TELESCOPE
MO - IT IS A VERY LARGE MIRROR
WHICH REFLECTS A GIANT IMAGE
OF 5AV THE MOON OR OTHER
HEAVENLY BODIES, WHICH IS IN
TURN PHOTOGRAPHED BY __
SCIENTISTS TOR STUOy LOOK
LETS GO B Y PLANE AND [jjif
iprtWnJ'Wlf® VISIT MT. RALOMAR Rfjl,.
THIS IS A
FIRST MAN TO
HE WOULD THINK
OF THE CHANT
MAWy ANIMALS - IT is
HIS MIND AND SPIRIT
WHICH MAKE HIM STUD/
THE WORLD AROUND
HIM AND TRY TO
SOLVE THE gfffipSi
MYSTERy OF r
THE UNIVERSE. Fiji ,-1
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j WHICH IS HONEYCOMBED
] TO MAKE IT STRONG ANP
j LIGHT THE FACE OF THE
J MIRROR IS POLISHED TO
PERFECTION & COVERED
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NOW you CAN SEE THE
SCIENTIST AT THE TOP OF
THE TELESCOPE. SEE HOW
THE MIRROR REFLECTS
THE IMAGE BACK TO THE
CAMERA CHAMBER -
WHERE THE SCIENTIST
TAKES HIS PHOTOGRAPHS.
' AT THE BASE. THE Bio HORSESHOE CAN BE
SWUNG OVER TO SWEEP THE SKY IN A HUGE
SEMICIRCLE . THE WHOLE DOME OF THE
I OBSERVATDRy CAN BE MOVED AROUND ON A
RAIL TRACK LIKE A GREAT HEAD TURNING.
the TELESCOPE CAN SWEEP IN A
SEMICIRCLE AT RIGHT ANGLES WITH THE
; HORSESHOE . LET OS CUMB UP TO THAT
: platform at the top of the telescope .
Write to Professor Brittain, c/o eagle, if you have any questions or problems you would like him to deal with. He will be on this page every fortnight.
SETH AND SHORT Y - COWBOYS
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LEADS TO DANGER.
WOMAN ; BUT —
HEROES OF THE CLOUDS
“Sr LAST WEEK. I TOLD ^
v VOII ABOUT THE FIRST
ASCENT BY MAN IN A HOT-
AIR BALLOON BY PILATRE
ROSIER. FIRE BROKE OUT IN
THE ENVELOPE Of THE BAUOON.
L AS YOU WILL REMEMBER.WHEN
THE OCCUPANTS WERE
OVER PARIS. . .
. . . FORTUNATELY THE FIRE WAS NOT AS
SERIOUS AS WAS FIRST FEARED AND IT
WAS EXTINGUISHED BY MEANS Of WATER
AND A SPONGE . AFTER 25 MINUTES THE
BALLOON CAME TO REST AFTER A
ONE WEEK. AFTER de ROZIERS ASCENT, M. CHARLES AND M. ROBERT WENT UP
IN A BALLOON, FILLED WITH MY0R06EN, FROM THE TUILERIES GARDENS - PARIS
THE FLIGHT WAS WITNESSED BY 800,000 PEOPLE ON ht OECEMBER 1763/
FLIGHT OF ABOUT 5* MILES.
HYDROGEN PROVED TO BE MOIIE
EFFICIENT AND MUCH SAFER J
THAN HOT AIR FOR OBTAINING |
LIFT IN BALLOONS AND HAS
BEEN USED FOR LIGHTER- fl
THAN AIR CRAFT UP TO THE :
PRESENT DAY. ALTHOUGH IT!
IS HIGHLY INFLAMMABLE. I
TOE ART OF BALLOONING
QUICKLY SPREAD TO ENGLAND
and Vincent lunaroi made
THE FIRST HYDROGEN ASCENT
ON 15-SEP 1784 FROM THE
ARTILLERY GROUND CHELSEA
Right on 7JANI785 1ME
ENGLISH CHANNEL WAS FIRST
CROSSED BY JEAN PIERRE
BLANCHARD ACCOMPANIED BY
D* JEFFRIES, AN AMERICAN.
OARS WFRE CARRIED FOR
NAPOLEON PROPOSED TO INUAOE ENGLAND BY A* USING
HUGE BALLOONS CARHYIN6 3000 TROOPS EACH/
NEXT WEEK. DICK. NICHOLSON PROUDLY PRESENTS
BUT PROVED T» BE USELFSl/J
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DISCOVERING THE COUNTRYSIDE
llL PULL AWAY THE SHEATH SO THAT VOO
CAN SEE DOWN TO THE BOTTOM OF THE
SPIKE NOTICE THE BRISTLES POINTING
DOWNWARDS.TME INSECT CRAWLS PAST THESE
AND HELPS TO FERTILISE THE FLOWERS. BUT
IMENAGTKANGE THING HAPPENS -HE FINOS
HE CANT GET OUT AGAIN AS THE BRISTLES
ARE NOW STICKING OUT AT A DIFFERENT
yes -but not for the purpose
OF KILLING. THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS.
THE POIN TED SHEATHS UNFOLD IN
THE SPRING AND SHOW THIS
PURPLE SPIKE WHICH GIVES OFF A
PECULIAR SCENT. INSECTS ARE
ATTRACTED ANDCRAWL DOWN
THE SPIKE TO EXPLORE^^
. LOOK OVER BV THE V
HEDGE. ANN, THERE'S A >
WILD ARUM, OR PERHAPS YOU
CALL IT 'CUCKOO-PINT.' /
/ oh yes
SEE-ISNT IT SOME
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MR DYKE ?
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THEN. AS SUMMER APPROACHES
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/ WAIT LONG, JOHN, AFTER A
( A WHILE THE BRISTLES
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\TMEV BELONG TO THE WILD /
W. . >0
LOST GOLD MINE
Mail-clad Spanish explores, marching
through the jungle of Panama, met natives
wearing plentiful gold ornaments. The un-
suspecting natives showed the Spaniards
where the gold came from. They called it the
Tsingal Mine. It lay in wild country two
hundred mite north of Panama.
The ruthless Spaniards built a strong stone
fort beside the mine. They enslaved the local
tribes and forced them to build a rough, 50-
mile track to the coast. Hundreds of chained
natives were driven with whips to work in the
Between 1620- 1715, the Tsingal Mine sent
a million pounds' worth of gold every year to
Spain. Then Spain became weak. The Tsingal
natives revolted, killed every Spaniard at the
mine, tore down the fort, and dismounted the
guns. The track to the coast was wiped out
by fallen trees, boulders and streams. Tsingal
Only one white man has seen the mine
since then Mr. Hyatt Verrill, an American
scientist, was guided to the spot in 1932 by a
friendly chieftain. He saw great stones lying
in the jungle, heavy brass guns bearing the
date 1 565 under the royal coat of arms of
Spain, and remains of the hidden road. The
chieftain pointed to a shallow depression in
the ground. “The mine was there,” he said.
“We hid that also.”
Now no-one knows where the mine is. The
silent jungle helps guard the secret of its tragic
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Lash Lonergan’s Quest
By MOORE RAYMOND
W HO'S The Hunchback?” snapped
Lash as he surveyed (he scene of
burglary and deslruction.
“Nobody knows,” said a new voice behind
them. They turned to see Sergeant Sneed, the
mounted policeman whose job was to keep
law and order in Yarrawarra and the sur-
“This bushranger and his mob,” went on
the policeman, "only started operations a few
weeks ago. First of all they robbed the bank
at Gaigun Crossing. Then they held up the
hotel at the Thirty-Mile. They shot the land-
lord through the shoulder and got away with
a lot of dough. And now this job.”
McPhce the bank manager cried in distrac-
ted tones: "Why aren't you chasing those
dingoes instead of standing there talking
“Have a heart, Mr. McPhee," put-in Lash.
"Not even the best blacktrackcrs in Australia
could follow The Hunchback in this dust
“And not tomorrow either," sighed Ser-
geant Sneed. “If the storm stopped now,
they’d leave tracks in the dust that a blind
man could follow. But you can see it's going
to keep up all night and cover the tracks of
“And," asked Rawhide O'Reilly, “where
do you think this twisted bit o’ bedevilled
mankind and his mob have their hidin'-
"Nobody knows," sighed the policeman.
"Somewhere up in the hills, we think. They
do their jobs at night and ride off before any-
one can follow. They just disappear. We’ve
offered a reward to — ”
"Reward!" snorted the bank manager.
"What I want is action!”
“You're going to get it," replied the ser-
geant calmly. "But I hope you don’t expect
me to go straight out and capture a dozen
armed bushrangers. Headquarters are send-
ing out a troop of mounted police to help me
hunt down The Hunchback and his mob."
The sergeant turned to Lash and went on:
“In the meantime we've offered a reward of
live hundred pounds to anyone who gives in-
formation leading to The Hunchback’s cap-
ture. After tonight I should think the reward
will be doubled."
Rawhide cried, “Oh, 1 could jist do with a
thousand o' those little bits o' paper they call
“I could do with one little bit of paper
called a will," said Lash quietly as he walked
“Then we ll both go after him, cobber. You
go after the will and I'll go after the reward."
“I'm goin’ after him too!" piped a boyish
voice. They chuckled as Squib slipped in
“Ain’t he an ugly-lookin' cove?" said the
youngster with a shiver. “I don't mozzy why
he don't wear a mask like the other bush-
"Oh, me poor ignorant child!" cried Raw-
hide. "Do you think there’s a hundred Hunch-
backs in these parts? What's the use o'
wearing a mask on your face when you can't
disguise your body?”
"Aw, I savee.” The boy turned to Lash and
asked. “Where arc we goin' to start lookin'
“I’ll answer that question in the morning,"
replied the roughrider as he walked up the
verandah steps and made for his bed. "Thai’s
a problem I’ll have to sleep on. Goodnight.
Gradually the sounds of excitement died
away, and once more Yarrawarra lay asleep
amid the drifting mist of dust.
L ash was suddenly awake. Except for open-
ing his eyes, he had not moved - but he
was wide awake and alert. He saw it was still
dark. The wind had dropped and the dust
storm was over.
Then he became conscious of a faint, warm
touch on his lips. At once he recognised the
aborigine's trick of waking a man without
causing him to move or make an exclamation.
Just a soft touch of a finger on the lips.
"Missa Lash," whispered a voice in his ear.
"Mopoke!" The roughrider’s reply was
hardly more than a sigh.
Rawhide's stretcher creaked a few yards
away. The big Irishman grunted in his sleep
and turned over on the other side. Then
silence . . .
After a time Lash felt the black’s warm
breath on his ear as the purring voice mur-
mured: “Mopoke no wantem all-fella savee
this fella longa here." Which meant: “I don’t
want everybody to know I’m here." Evidently
the black was still scared of being arrested by
the police for having stolen the horse on
which he had ridden to warn the roughrider.
Lash knew this was neither the time nor
the place to assure Mopoke that his fears
were groundless - so he simply waited and
listened in the darkness. Mopoke whispered
again. "Bushranger fella longa Opallown."
Lash started with surprise. With a supreme
effort he restrained himself from gasping out,
“Fair dinkum?" Instead, he wailed and
listened in silence.
“Mopoke fella longa Opaltown humpy.
Plenty fella wakem up. Bushranger fella no
see Mopoke. This fella makem tracks very
quick. You catchcm, eh, Missa Lonergan?
Mopoke disappeared silently and swiftly
into the darkness.
Lash turned his head and looked out at the
live brilliant stars of the Southern Cross, now
low on the horizon. He knew that dawn was
not far off.
As he lay there he pictured in his mind the
adventure of Mopoke . . . The dilapidated,
decaying settlement of Opaltown, deserted by
all men except the frightened, black fugitive
sleeping in a tumbledown hut . . . The arrival
of The Hunchback and his mob after the bank
robbery . Mopokc's flight to seek out Lash
and tell him the news . . .
Did the mysterious Mopoke already know
that The Hunchback had stolen something
belonging to Lash? Or did he tell the rough-
rider about the bushrangers because he
wanted him to get the reward? These were
puzzles (hat only the aborigine himself could
"The main thing," thought Lash as he
watched the first streaks of dawn above the
mulga trees, “is that Mopoke saw The Hunch-
back up in Opallown."
The night s adventure had not spoiled any
appetites, and they breakfasted ravenously
on steak and fried bananas. Meanwhile Lash
thanked McPheefor hishospitality and told him
they would be leaving straight after the meal.
“Where arc you making for. Lash?”
“Go longa walkabout," smiled the rough-
rider, using a common aboriginal expression
to disguise his real plans.
The bank manager looked offended, so
Lash added: "Oh, we’re just going to have a
look round. I might be able to find out where
The Hunchback stores.his loot."
“But where are you three going to live for
the present till you take over Coolabah
“Will you keep it secret?” asked Lash in
"Of course I will, cobber."
McPhce started smiled and exclaimed :
“Good idea! And it's not far from Coolabah
Creek, either. Now what about money? Of
course I can lend you a bit till — "
“Not a bob!” laughed the roughrider.
"Speak for your aggravatin' self!” cried
Rawhide O'Reilly. "Now I’d like you to lend
me the loan of — ”
"Not a zac!" cut in Lash. “Not a tray-bit!
Not a penny! We’re going to cam it. Do you
realise, my hairy Irish friend, that there are
several quids just waiting to fall into our
"If you'd washed the sleep out of your eyes
this morning," grinned lash, "you'd have seen
the notices stuck up all over the place. Sports
at Oonawidgee tomorrow. Buckjumping,
cattle drafting, trick riding, and so on."
“Where’s Oonawidgee?” asked the inquisi-
"It's a little place across the river. About
twelve miles from here. Come on, kid, saddle
They were soon on their way through the
bush, making for Opaltown. Rawhide pro-
duced his battered banjo and twanged it
noisily as he sang:
“Once a jolly swagman came to a billabong.
Under the shade of a coolabah tree.
And he sang as he watched and waited till
his billy boiled.
Who’ll come a-waltzin' Matilda with
Startled galahs and white cockatoos flew
off screaming. Kangaroos and wallaroos
thump-thumped away into the trees. Goannas
scuttled into the dry yellow grass, and some-
times a black snake or a death-adder glided
across their path. V
"You remind me," grinned Lash to Raw-
hide, "of that cove in the old Greek stories . . .
Orpheus, who used to charm animals and
birds with his lute. Except you're in reverse!”
Rawhide pretended not to hear, and went
"Waltzin' Matilda, wallzin' Matilda,
Who’ll come a-waltzin’ Matilda with me?
And he sang as he watched and waited till
his billy boiled.
Who'll come a-waltzin' Matilda with
L ash decided the time had come to tell his
companions about the other reason for
his visit to Opaltown. He related his ex-
perience with Mopoke that morning before
It was a still and scorching afternoon by
the time they reached the outskirts of Opal-
town. All three dismounted in tire scrub and
tethered their horses before approaching the
settlement silently on foot.
. Suddenly Opaltown lay before them. It was
a township in ruins. Its little wooden build-
ings were rotting and collapsing from decay
and the overgrowth of lawyer vines and wild
ivy, Corrugated iron roofs were eaten away
with rust, and tanks had crumbled and
A bird shrieked in alarm, and a cloud of
white cockatoos rose screaming and wheeling.
Two goannas scuttled across the road, leaving
streaky trails in the hot dust.
Then came silence again . . . while the three
investigators watched and listened for any
sign or sound of human life.
"If The Hunchback and his mob are here,”
muttered Rawhide, “they're the silentest lot
o’ bushrangers in the history o’ the bush.”
Lash curbed the impatience of the Irishman
for another twenty minutes of observation
before making the next move.
"Squib,” he said, “you stay behind and
look after the horses. Rawhide, you come
"Aw, gee ” began the disappointed boy.
But Lash cut him short with a frown - which
soon turned to a smile, accompanied by in-
structions to follow when he heard the rough-
rider's whistle. Lash and Rawhide walked
softly and slowly down the road that led
through the tumbledown town. Their glances
darted from side to side, watching for any
sign of ambush. But all they saw were lizards
basking in the blazing sun.
Nearly all the buildings houses, stores,
pubs - were in such a state of collapse that
they could sec right inside than. Only oik or
two might possibly have concealed The
Hunchback and his men - but it was most
Lash stopped and caught Rawhide's arm.
“Somebody’s had a fire. I can smell ashes.”
The other man sniffed hugely and replied
poetically: “I can smell the odoriferous scent
of the wattle blossoms borne on the breeze
“Along here," said the roughrider, striding
towards the building that had once been Opal-
town's only bank. More strongly built than
the rest, it had suffered less dilapidation than
Lash bounded up the steps and put his
shoulder to the door. It swung open with a
rusty squeal of protest.
“Look!” cried Lash. “The strongboxes!"
“Well, stone the crows and stiffen the
lizards!” gasped Rawhide over his com-
panion's shoulder. "They’re all busted open !"
A dozen strongboxes were on the floor.
Battered and broken open with an axe, they
lay among the papers and documents strewn
around the room. In the middle was a heap
of ashes as if The Hunchback had started to
bum the documents but soon gave up.
“Look for Uncle Peter’s will,” instructed
Lash as he began a hurried search of the docu-
Their swift investigation was fruitless. A
slower, more careful examination gave proof
that the will was not among these papers.
“Then it's burnt !” exclaimed Lash savagely.
“When I gel my hands on that — ”
“Easy now, cobber,” cut in Rawhide gently,
“list quieten your fulminatin' and fumigatin'
till you hear what I’ve discovered. All these
strongboxes have got names on 'em.”
“Well, me boy, there's not one of 'em got
the name o' your Uncle Peter."
“Then there's still hope of finding it,”
grinned Lash. “The Hunchback might still
have it. Or he might have dropped it on the
way up here. Or — ”
A sound made him break off and twirl on
his heel. Framed in the bright doorway stood
Lash reached for the coiled whip at his belt.
At the same moment Dago crooked his arm
in readiness to flick the knife from his sleeve
holster. Rawhide stood and gaped.
Before any of the three could make a move,
the barrel of a rifle was thrust through the
door. It was followed by Greasy Joe.
"A whip and a couple of hairy fists can't
fight a knife and a gun,” said Dago in a
smooth, oily tone.
“What are you doing here?" snapped Lash,
taking his hand off his whip.
Dago, lowering his arm, replied : “Like you,
I know there's a reward for the capture of
The Hunchback. And, like you. I’m in-
He slid away from the door into a comer
of the room, motioning Greasy Joe to follow.
Lash and Rawhide backed into the other
Lash said quietly : “You don't happen to be
looking for a certain document, 1 suppose?”
Hale burned in the eyes of Dago Messiter.
He stepped forward into the middle of the
room and muttered : “I’ve always wanted to
give you a good hiding with my bare fists.
Come and take iL”
“With the greatest of pleasure,” smiled
Lash as he moved towards his challenger, at
the same time conscious that the whole scene
was dominated by the gun in the hands of
The two men sparred for a few moments .
Lash saw an opening and flashed out his left
fist. Dago, with clever anticipation, moved
back just in time to avoid it.
All in a moment. Dago Messiter froze to
immobility and, staring over Lash’s shoulder
towards the door, cried in a choking voice:
“The Hunchback !”
Lash whirled about. The doorway was
He knew he had been tricked even before ’
he felt the agonising pain on the side of his
knee, where Dago kicked him with his heavy
bool. Hissing through his teeth. Lash fell to
Rawhide, shouting an ugly name, leaped
to his friend's assistance.
Greasy Joe jerked up the muzzle of the gun
and squeezed the trigger, as a big, dark -green
missile hurtled through the door.
Wham ! The sound of the shot echoed down
the dusty, deserted road and sent the cocka-
toos wf reeling and screaming in a startled
cloud above the derelict Opaltown.
L fc»T behind to mind the three horses. Squib
glumly retired into the scrub. He squatted
in the shade of the gidyea tree to which
Monarch, Skinny Liz, and Patch were
For a while he listened intently for Lash's
summoning whistle, but all he could hear was
the far-off sound of cockatoos.
Tired after the long ride, he became drowsy
with the heat. He began to doze.
He woke suddenly to see a huge bird moving
through the trees about twenty yards away.
As big as Patch the pony, the brown emu went
stalking by in dignified and deliberate fashion.
Squib, who had never been so close to an
emu before, got up quietly and followed it.
Another emu was sitting in the grass. It
saw Squib and croaked in alarm as it struggled
to its feet. The other bird croaked a reply -
and both went thumping off into the scrub.
“I wonder . . .” muttered the boy as he
walked over to the spot where the emu had
He was right! There was a wide, shallow
nest with six huge eggs in it - six dark -green
eggs so big that Squib had to use two hands
to lift one from the nest.
What a find! What a sight to show Lash
Suddenly the boy wondered if Lash had
whistled while he had been dozing. Maybe
he'd better go and see.
He tucked the egg under his arm. Quietly
and cautiously he sneaked through the trees
and down the dusty road through Opaltown.
He thought he heard voices from some-
where ahead. Then he heard them again, un-
mistakably in argument and one of them
did not belong either to Lash or to Rawhide.
At the foot of the steps, he heard the oily
tones of Dago Messiter and then the
challenge to fight. He reached the door in
time to see Dago's brutal kick at Lash's knee
that sent the roughrider to the floor, followed
by Rawhide's entry into the fray.
Greasy Joe raised his gun. Squib hurled the
emu egg with all his might at the ugly face.
As the huge egg smashed against Greasy
Joe's forehead, the stockman staggered back
and his gun went off. The bullet flew harm-
lessly through the roof.
While the yolk streamed down his face.
Greasy Joe frantically worked the rifle to
bring another bullet into the magazine.
But Rawhide hurled himself on (he stock-
man and brought him crashing to the floor.
All Utis happened so swiftly that Dago
Messiter stood immobile with surprise. Then
he moved with the speed of a striking snake.
His right arm flashed wide, flicking the
knife from the sleeve holster into his hand.
Staring down at Rawhide's unprotected back,
he raised the knife.
Lash, fighting against the agony of his in-
jured knee, rolled over and snatched at the
handle of his whip. The writhing thong leaped
at Dago’s wrist, encircled it, and jerked it
“Ah-h-h!” yelled Dago in pain, as the knife
flew out of his hand and clattered on the floor.
In a flash. Rawhide was on his feet with the
captured rifle in his hands.
“Dingoes!" yelled the Irishman, covering
both Dago and Greasy Joe. Then he hooted
with laughter at the sight of Joe, half-blinded
by the yolk he was trying to wipe from his
face. “Ha-ha-ha! Hoo-hoo-hoo! Joe's got the
Lash struggled to this feet and limped over
to the door, where Squib was standing, still
half-dazed by the astonishing results that
followed the throwing of the emu egg.
“Bonzer shot, cobber!” grunted Lash,
patting the boy's shoulder. Those few brusque
words, spoken in a heartfelt tone, meant mote
to Squib than a whole speech of praise.
Lash turned to Dago and Greasy Joe.
“Now get. And don't bother to pick flowers
on the way. The Irishman will accompany
you to your horses and wave you good-
Rawhide waved the rifle towards the door
and the two stockmen silently obeyed.
“Squib,” said 1-ash to the boy, “go and
get the horses. I can't walk much with this
Following the others. Lash limped out on
to the verandah.
Smiling malevolently over his shoulder.
Dago Messiter said, “We’ll meet again soon.
“Very soon. Maybe even tomorrow." Lash
chuckled and added: “Remember how you
said a whip was no good against a knife and
a gun. Well, now you savee that the best
weapon of ail is a well-aimed emu egg!”
Fifteen minutes later the reunited trio went
riding back along the road through Opaltown.
“Too dangerous to stay right here in the
place,” Lash told them, “now that Dago and
company know we’ve been fossicking around.
There's a big waterhole about a mile to the
north. That’s where we’ll unroll our nap."
“Now will you tell me,” said Rawhide as
they turned off the road into the scrub, “why
that dingo kicked you on the knee? It's a
queer assault for sich a man.”
“Aren't you forgetting that we’re going to
“For the sports!” exclaimed the Irishman.
“And o’ course that son-of-a-snake will be
there with his mob to compete in the buck-
jumpin'. And if your leg’s crook, he’ll win it."
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