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THERE WERE THREE Of THEM. ONE
KNOCKED MY BAG- TO THE FLOOR. AS HE
PICKED IT UP I NOTICED THE MIDDLE
FINGERS OF HIS RIGHT HAND WERE MISSING.
PLOT AGAMSr tW£ WORLD
by Chad Varah
The story vofat
Writ ten in Blood!
J I M sank back luxuriously on Ihc sprung
uphoMery of [he Jaguar. He ached in
every limb, and could hardly keep his
eyes open. What a night k had been! He
shivered with belaied apprehension as he re-
membered all the dangers he'd been ihrough.
Dick drove in silence, and Jim was jusl
nodding off when the Ihoughl of Pru sud-
denly returned 10 him and shocked him imo
wakefulness. To think thai he had been ion
busy to worry what had happened to her! He
sat up straight, and seized Dick's sleeve.
"Pru!" he croaked. "She never came hack!
"Easy, lad." said Dick. There was always
something reassuring about his slow Northern
speech. "Pru's all right."
Jim sank back, again. He fell weak with
relief, until Dick added: "Ifs Ken Ah'm
"Why?" Jim's voice was sharp with a new
anxiety. "Did they — V
"Ah don't know. When we found cellar
empty, 'im and Pru wonl off 'ome together.
knew as Pru weren't."
'•Where was she. then' She wasn't in her
old room. Did you go to their house'.'" Jim
shot all this out in one breath.
"She v. ere sleepin' in gangster's ear,"
answered Dick with his usual calm delibera-
tion. Jim goggled at him, and clung menially
to his previous assurance, "Pnt's all right".
"Me and Ray was chasm" 'em, and they laid
her in the road for us to tun over, but Ah
wasn't 'aving any."' He permitted himself a
momentary smile of satisfaction. "We took
'er to Dr. Briggs's this is is car and left 'er
while we chased 'em again. Ye know the rest."
"What had they done to her?" demanded
Jim fiercely, clenching his fists.
"Anees - anathces - oh, be blowed!
Drugged lier. Dr. Briggs said."
Jim gritted his leeth.
"The swine!" he hissed. "I'd like to tear
them limb Trom limb and — "
'Ye have," put in Di'k grimly.
This sobered Jim.
"Arc - are they - dead, Dick?"
"Two on 'em - an' Ah doubt if t'othcr'Il
"I never meant lo do it, Dick!" whispered
Jim. "Honestly, when they came at me I jusl
dropped the bomb and took cover. Whatever
they'd done. I didn't mean lo kill (hem!"
"Ah should ope nol," replied Dick shortly.
"Well, 'ere we arc."
"Oh, Dick. can't we go and sec Pru first?"
"If you'd use yer eyes, you'd see this is a
nicer 'ouse than yours," grunted Dirt,
getting out and ringing the bell.
For the first time Jim look notice or his
surroundings. They were at Dr. Briggs's. He
followed Dick to (he door as the Doctor
opened it and beckoned Ihem in with a jerk
of his head.
"How is she, Doctor?" asked Jim.
Without a word, the Doctor led them into
ui- consulting room. Pru was lying on the
couch, covered with a blanket. As Jim came
in, she opened her eve* and smiled at him.
"Hullo, Jim!" she said weakly.
Jims tears look him by surprise. He dashed
them away and flung himself forward,
kneeling by the couch with his arms tightly
"Oh, />.„.' I thought . . ." He couldn'l say
any more, but just clung lo tier. The Doctor
cleared his throat, and Jim stood up sheep-
"Now, Dick," said the Doctor in a quiet,
you. Whal the jumping Jehoshephat do you
mean by dumping this child here and then
charging off like a madman in my car - if I'm
permitted to call il my car? What in thunder-
ired Dick ii
lis finger v
l of Dick
Irving lo m
ike it le Ion
r." he bell
wed. "in ihe hope lha
blood-vessel and leave
u can use
1 all the im
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rascal, 1 c
uld have yc
u jailed to
led. He w
ned to sc
t Dick seer
led unpen u
you'd be to.
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and Ah v
a* ihe only
ck, dodging the bl
)W ihc Doct
.r aimed i
Pru giggled, and ihe Doctor glanced
"Why don't von come on my panel. I
invited the Doctor with a sinister grin
Dodder won't do you any good. I've
Stuff in my poison cupboard lhai wouk
-, and then Ah'll
make her comfort
utor came to
ck waved Bl I
v fond ai
ve at babies. .
o the driv
'1 want my at
■d the Doc
Dick stuck his
he drove off.
'Ah'll lend it y
r ye beta
in Ihc ha
Pru was lying
• felt Shy a
ned lo feel
me, for she die
( she glan
When the Jaguar pulled up at Jim's house,
Dick got out.
"Bide where y'are," he ordered.
He disappeared down Ihe passage "Inch
led to the back door.
"You all right, Pru?" asked Jim.
"I'm not hurt, only drowsy from that filthy
stuff they doped me wild," she said. "What
about you! Did anything more happen?"
Jim repressed a hysterical laugh. Did any-
thing more happen!
"We had guile a busy night," he said, "but
it's all over now. Don't worry - I'll tell you
alt about it later."
She closed her eyes. After a moment she
murmured sleepily: "Did Ken gel back all
Jim didn'l know what to say. he looked
round desperately loi inspiration - and saw
Ken standing at Ihe front door in pyjamas
beckoning to him.
"Yes." said Jim, catching his breath. He
nodded at Ken, who wenl back into Ihe
house, leaving Ihc door open. In the instant
between Ken's retreat and Dick's reappear-
ance from Ihe passage, Jim bent and kissed
It was the first time he'd ever done it. Il
would probably, he thought, be the last time,
loo - because Pru wasn't the "soppy" type.
and emotional situations such as they were
now in weren't likely lo be repeated the
hoped). He got a whiff of the anaesthetic as
his lips touched hers. He didn't know whether
site was asleep or not. but she made no reply
to his whispered "lioit ties-, you, Pru!"
He got out of the car and closed the door
as'quietiy as he could.
"What happened?" he enquired softly, as
Dick got into the driver's seal.
"Ah went round back an' chucked lilllc
stones al yer bedroom winder." said Dick.
"Ah didn'l want lo wake yer Ma. Ken stuck
cup in ihe shape of 'is 'oroscope. Don'l ask
daft questions. Ah just 'ad a hunch 'e
might've gone to soothe yer Ma."
"[ don'l know whal Mum'l! say when she
sees me!" confessed Jim.
He felt a sudden blow between his shoulder-
blades that made him hang his head against
the car door. He turned swiftly to see Ken,
now fully dressed, grinning al him.
"The boy hero!" said Ken mockingly.
"Oh, cut it out. Ken!" protested Jim.
"What did Mum say when you told her what
we'd been up to?"
"I haven't seen her,'" replied Ken.
"What! Why on earth—?"
"This is no time for fooling, Ken."
"I'm not footing! After we (eft your place.
Rick, I sent Pru home, but I thought I'd
better see if Jim's mother was waiting up, but
she wasn't. She'd left ihe back door un-
latched, and as I went upstairs, thinking I'd
get a better sleep in Jim's bed than on our
sellee, she called out 'Why are you so late.
.Tim? Whatever lime is it?' I just mumbled,
and she said in a sleepy son of voice 'I'll see
you in the morning, you bad boy! Now get
to bed before your Dad wakes up!" So I just
chuckled to myself and got into your bed,
Jim, and slepl like a top. Did you have a good
night'.' Arc you feeling better?"
iespairmgly al one
Ken noticed Ihe
cron the back seat.
iic as chalk.
said Dick. "'Op in,
1 tell V,
1 a ihi
t 'appened as we go.
c scat beside Dick,
"Busy an' bothers©]
replied Dick. "We
Better leave a message I'm yer Ma nol to wake
you till the cops come wi' the Black Maria."
"Thanks for everything, Dick." said Jim
absent ty, as the car began to n
jnd. but his head fell like ..
As so often happens, the minute he .stopped
(logging his brain, something clicked. "Better
leave a message for yer Ma" - message - Ma!
Jim ran after the car, shouting. Dick heard
him. and saved his weary legs by backing
"Now what is it?" The stolid Northerner
sounded as near to being irritable as Jim had
ever heard him.
"While I was in Ihe cellar I Tound a
message in one of the wine-bins," said Jim
breathlessly. "I suppose it was from ihat
scientist we were trying to rescue. I managed
to tell Ray to investigate the wine-bins, and I
expect he's found the message, but I thought
you ought to know as well, just in case."
"Well, spit it out!" said Dick.
"I can't make head or tail of it myself il
seems to be in some sort of code. It had Ihe
word 'Ma" in it - and you saying 'leave a
message for yer Ma' reminded me of it."
Dick was drawing his breath in slowly
through his nose, compressing his lips and
lapping ominously on (he steering- wheei.
Before he could explode. Jim continued
"It said 'The Lore is I of them no Ma ci' -
that last word is spelt E-l."
"Wail a minute, Jim," said Ken. "Ml
He produced a ball-point pen and a scrap
or paper with last week's Club football team
on it, "You know, I think I'll have io move
you to ("side right, if you don't mind, Jim,"
he added, studying the paper critically. "St.
James's Club have goi — "
The paper and pen were snatched from him
by Dick, exasperated at lasi, and the pen fell
on Ihe floor.
"It's all right. Dick," said Ken, picking it
up and handing it to him. "Ihe besi of these
you've dropped them than Ihcy did before."
"Grrr!" said Dick, trying lo wrile wilh
nothing lo support the flimsy paper. "'The
"Not "Lord". 'Larg'," corrected Jim.
Dick crossed oul the 'd' and put 'g',
" 'No Ma E-l'," continued Jim. "What do
"Ah'll 'avc plenty o' time to think about
that when Ah've gol the sack." stated Dick,
thrusting the paper and pen back at Ken and
letting in the clutch. "Thai's if Ah'm still alive
He drove off, Turning, and Jim irudged
' o the house. Ken had left the
lembcred thankfully that
In the kitchen he got himself a hunk of
cheese and an apple, and took alternate biles.
Then he drank a cup of milk and scribbled a
note which he propped in front of the clock :
"Don't wake me till you have lo. Mum. I
didn't sleep very well, l.ove, Jim."
He crept upstairs, dragged oil his clothes
and climbed thankfully into the rumpled bed.
"Too tired lo wash or clean my teeth." lie
muttered lo himself. I hen he rolled 01
again, and said his usual "God bless Mut
and Dad", and added a word of thanks th;
they'd nil conic safeh ilirnugh ihe daiiycis i
the night, especially Pru; and that Ray wasn
dead afler all. He gol hack into hed agaii
and just before he fell asleep he murmured
"You know I didn'i mean to kill those gang-
No one was awake al Ken's house either.
Ken climbed in al Pru's bedroom window
and stole down and opened Ihe from door.
As soon ;is he and Dick had got Pru to tied.
Dick drove of! in the direction of the Doctor's.
He wouldn't stop for anything to cat.
Ken put on the kettle and the grill, and
began making toasl. His mind was so full of
what Dick had lold hint in the car thai he
burnt several pieces. Poor old Pru! Lucky it
was no worse. He ought never to have left her
to go home alone though it seemed as if he
himself might have been dead by now if he
The rummest thing of alt was that Ray had
turned up again. He had never ihought when
Jim said he'd told "Ray" to investigate Ihe
wine-bins thai he was referring lo his cousin.
Ken studied Ihe scrap of paper on which
Dick had copied the scientist's message. Il
needed a cleverer brain than his! Who did he
know that was well educated?
He snapped his lingers triumphantly. The
Vicar would solve it ! It began with something
about the Lord', so it ought to be tight up
his si reel!
Ken made more (oast, and took it up to
Pru with a cup of tea. She said she felt sick,
but he made her have it. and brought her an
enamel bowl in case of accidents.
I Ken. He \
"We've had .i bit of an adventure during (he
night. Jim found a chap who had been kid-
napped by a eaoH, and after they cleared off,
Pru and P went with Dick Rawlings lo gel
him away but he'd disappeared. This gang
chloroformed Pru -
"What!" shrieked his mother. His rather
groaned in his sleep, and turned ovci .
"It's all right, Mum. Dr. Briggs has seen
her. and he's coming in later this morning."
He found he was talking to his molher's
back. She had leapt out of bed and was
pulling on her bathrobe. Ken followed her.
"She's not hurl - lucre's nothing to worry
about." Ken assured her. She was already
bending over Pru. who had used the bowl and
was looking belter. "I've got to go and sec Ihe
Vicar now Pru'll tell you the rest."
"No you don't!" declared his mother,
planting herself firmly in front of Ihe door.
"Not with that gang about!"
"It's all right, Jim blew them up with a
time-bomb," said Ken cheerfully. "Keep
Before his mother had got over her
astonishment. Ken nipped oul of the window
and dropped nimbly into ihe back yard.
As he ran along Ihe back-alley, he decided
Ihat il would be best to go to the cellar and
check Ihe message before asking Ihe Vicar.
It was still quite early when he got there.
prised lo see no constable on guard over the
wreckage of the Morris. Not lhal anyone
would wain to steal it. but the police always
seemed to leave a man on duty anywhere
where a crime had been committed.
Ken lilted (he manhole cover and slid
cautiously down on to Ihe pile or coal. Al the
bottom he tripped over something soft. His
heart thudding, he picked himself up. There
was sufficient lighl from ihe manhole lo see
niform and silver buttons. The mis-
table had been thrown down here!
'This is a good place lo gel oul of!" Ken
d himself. Then he checked his momentary
ind fell the huddled figure. Ihe police
lar to complete his errand.
-as sculTled near (wo of ihe wine-
bms. In one he made out the faint original -of
the message in his pocket, in the other he
could find nothing hut some brown smears
until he looked under the top flagstone.
There, in letters that were still sticky, a
finger had traced the words:
1)1 BEHIND FLAG TRAPPED ARM R
Gingerly Ken touched one of the letters, and
examined his finger. Then he realised with
horror that Ray's message hail been written
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NAPOLEAN used to say that one
spy in ihe right place might be
worth 20,000 men in the battle-
field. Thus, if you captured that
spy, you would have done a very good job.
The spy-catcher is just as important as the
spy. ir your country is on the defensive, he is
even more important.
I had intended to deal this week with codes
and spy messages, but recent spy cases have
aroused great interest in our spy-catching
methods, so the codes can wait.
Every country pretends that it doesn't
employ spies. If you are an agent abroad and
are foolish enough to get caught, your govern-
ment will disown you. "That man one of our
spies? Rubbish never heard of him."
Naturally, no one is deceived.
However, every country frankly admits
that it has an organisation for counter-
espionage, or catching spies.
A brief glance at the British system may be
useful. Several departments have sections
devoicd to "Intelligence" or obtaining infor-
mation - the Admiralty. War Office. Air
Ministry and Foreign Office all have their
specialised leant. They are supervised by the
Joint Intelligence Committee which reports
directly to the Prime Minister.
Thejob of catching spies has been entrusted
to one section, the fifth, of Military Intelli-
gence - the famous M.I.5. You have heard
of this very often, but the other sections,
numbered from I — M. are very secret, and
I doubt if you have ever heard them men-
tioned. Their job is to yel information: that
is to say, they direct spies in other countries,
so naturally they don't talk about their jobs.
But M.I. 5 only catches spies - yet its members
often have more adventures than the others.
M.I.S has a collaborator, the Special
Branch of Scotland Yard, and never itself
appears in public When it has nailed down a
spy, it hands over the case to the Special
Branch, which makes the arresl and sees the
And how does M.I. 5 set to work? In war
lime it has Ihe advantage of the censorship.
Letters to and from foreign countries are
docks are very useful allies. Watch the next
lime you arc going on board a ship at a port.
When you show your passport, the officer
may refer to a rather fat pockel book. This
contains a record of "wanted" people.
M.I. 5 agents pay especial attention to
factories where war weapons are made, or
camps where they are being tested.
The first spy lecture I ever heard was on
the subject of "Trifles'. The tutor pointed out
that most spies gave themselves away by
some liny point, or a trifle which they forgot.
I have proved for myself that he was righl.
Many a spy has been betrayed because
some quick-witted* observer - not necessarily
an official has noled some little detail which
was not quite right.
: German spy who was landed
1 on Ihe east coast of England by nighl,
from a submarine. He got ashore safely, and
destroyed his rubber dinghy. He was a
dangerous man: he spoke very good English,
and had a perfectly forged ration book and
He wanted to get about. Two miles down
the coast he saw a village. He walked along.
Outside the village inn were a lot of bicycles.
He stole one, and made off. Then he forgot a
trifle - he forgot that the British rule of the
road was the opposite to the German: he
rode off on the right hand side of the road, to
be held up by a village policeman before he
had gone four hundred yards!
Another German agenl, who landed in
Scotland, went to a local railway station and
asked for a ticket to Aberdeen. "2/10," said
the booking clerk. The man put down two
pounds ten shillings. This did not prove that
he was a German spy - he might have been a
shipwrecked Norwegian sailor who did not
understand our money. But it did justify the
clerk in laking further precautions.
You see how important spy training is?
Themanmusl know the smallest details about
the country in which he is to operate.
He must also have a calm nerve, especially
in ihose awkward moments when first on the
job. Two other Germans went to a booking
office. One said: "Third-class to London.
.Icrk issued it. and said to the
wilh such trifles free, so to speak. Sometimes
- especially when they have a man under in-
terrogation - they can lead a suspect on until
he gives himself away. One friend of mine
questioned a girl for five hours. She was
word-perfect until she made a mistake
about a bus fare. As my friend returned to
the point again and again, she saw that he
was suspicious, gol frightened, and confessed.
Lord Baden Powell, the founder of the Boy
Scouts, in his junior days was an Intelligence
Officer, and revealed in a hook called My
Adventures as u Spy how he gol out of an
awkward situation. He was held on suspicion
by a rural policeman in Germany until an
inspector arrived. Lord Baden Powell asked
permission to smoke. He rolled and smoked
one cigarette and then another. After that he
didn't care if a dozen inspectors came. He
had made his notes on cigarette paper, and
had smoked them.
Yet this incident shows how my warning
about trifles can act both ways. As I said, the
story was published, and as every village
policeman must have been a Scout at some
lime the method became well-known. Thus,
if Ihe suspect were being held, and asked to
smoke, the dullest-witted policeman would
make a grab for his cigarette papers. More
than one spy went to his death because he
forgot a spy-rule - that he should never use
a melhod which has been revealed. The spy-
catcher, of course, uses the point the oiher
way round. He will suggest, that the suspect
might like to smoke. Then he will produce
matches, but let the man bring out his own
You know how orderly the Germans arc.
They like rules and regulations, and so
oflcn depend upon "organisation". Our spy-
catchers study this habit ortheirs very closely.
In the second World War. for example, quite
a number of German agenls were parachuted
into Britain. Each man was given a standard
spy kit. It included a portable radio set,
identity card and ration book and £500 in
cash. Since he might need food before being
in a position to appear in public, the spy also
carried a small slock of rations. These
always included a German sausage!
Ihe Germans were so methodical thai if
you Tound a man in possession of this outfit,
him of being a spy
lo give ihcmseki's auav by i rifles, ll watches
carefully places where spies arc likely lo
operate, and "inliltrates" its own agents
inside - that is to say, if a factory is making
some hush-hush weapon, its security does not
depend entirely upon the policeman at the
gate: one or two M.I. 5 agents may be inside
the factory - as ordinary workmen- A couple
of years before ihe war, a man in Woolwich
Arsenal foolishly fell to the approaches of a
foreign agenl, and began to hand over plans
and details of processes. He used lo lake these
out of the Arsenal, photograph I hem, and
then lake Ihem back. This went on for
1 le had a girl who gol fonder and fonder of
him. She was nice and Huffy, but so dumb
that he didn't even send her away when he
was taking his photographs.
After his arrest that man got the shock of
his lire. Ihe principal wilness at his trial was
his "dumb" blonde. She was a brillianl
M.I. 5 and the Special Branch would tell
you or Ihis biggesl nuisance. During the war
you heard many stories about Hashing lights,
radio sets up chimneys, and so on. All ihese
stories had to be. investigated - and about one
in three million had something in ii. You can
imagine Ihe time wasted.
Now when a policeman catches a criminal
in the act, he promptly arrests him. Acounlcr-
spy ts not in such a hurry. He watches his
first suspect, hoping that Ihe man will lead to
Sometimes known spies have been left at
large for years, carefully watched when they
have made journeys, and their post examined.
This method nearly always pays good divi-
dends. At the outbreak of war in 1939 nearly
600 Germans were interned. They were not
all spies, but some had been noled in contact
with spies, and others had the opportunity to
spy if they were so inclined.
There is one big difference between the
British spy services and those of countries
like Germany and Russia. We prefer com-
paratively small services, staffed by lirsl -class
and trained men. They prefer huge organisa-
tions. The total strength of M.I, 5 and the
Special Branch is only about 700: the
Russians have tens of Ihousands of Security
Police, or counter-spies.
The best example of clever counter-
espionage of the "trifles"' brand, occurred in
the first world war. The Germans employed
a Swiss girl as their messenger. She had to
cross into France, visit resident agenls and
collect from them details of where all our
divisions were. At that time we had more than
60 divisions in France. They were not lined up
from the North in numerical order - first,
second, third Division, and so on. They were
hopelessly mixed - 2lsl Division, 30th
Division, 7th - like that.
How could the girl carry the details back
to Switzerland? She could not memorise such
a jumble of numbers. So she began lo
When entering France, she wore a plain
petticoat. Before she left, she embroidered
a rose patiern around its hem, back in
Switzerland, all she had lo do was to count
stitches. Starting from the scam, if the first
ctnhroiileicd rose was made up of 21 stitches,
that stood for the 21st Division: the next had
30 slitches the idea was clever.
For months the Swiss girl got away wilh it.
1 hen ^he forgot a trifle. It went against the
grain to buy a new petticoat for every journey
and to throw il away after "using it only once.
So she began lo buy very cheap ones.
But one day a French woman counter-spy
was searching her at Ihe frontier. The woman
thought: "This is strange. This girl has done
all this lovely embroidery - but she has done
il on material so poor lhal ii won'l sianrj up
lo half a dozen washes, why?"
The question "why?"' is dangerous in war
time. The girl was detained for enquiries,
broke down and confessed. Eventually she
was shot because she only paid 4/1 l.j inslcad
of 6/ II \ for her petticoats.
Just now our counter-spy service is being
criticised because of the case of Dr. Fuchs.
M.I. 5 only comes into the news when it
appears to have Tailed. Its hundreds of
successes are never made public. But I can
icll yon (his tt is very good indeed.
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The old-time pirates of Ihc Pacific were fond
of tilde Cocos Island, lying 3fl0 miles south-
west of Panama. Often they called there to
refill (heir water casks. Amongst the blood-
thirsty fellows who came to Cocos were
such famous characters as Captain Davis,
Bemlo Bonito and Captain Thomson.
The great days of the buccaneers ended.
The world forgot peaceful Cocos Island.
Occasionally Royal Navy vessels continued !o
call there for waler.
Until about 1850 when someone muttered
the magic phrase: "There's treasure buried in
Cocos Island.'* Adventurers hastily reached
for maps. Cunning old sailors began drawing
rough cham of the island, which they sold to
foolish treasure seekers.
The hunt starled. Ships came to Cocos
Island from all over the world. Parties landed
and started digging and blasting, ruining the
island. Admiral Palliser in the warship,
H.M.S. Imperi?u.ie, landed his entire crew on
the island in 1896. They dynamited most of
the island and sailed away disappointed.
Between 1S99-I9I4 seven oilier expeditions
searched Cocos Island. An American party
camped there in 1920 and Canadians arrived
soon afler the Americans left.
The wild search is still going on - perhaps
at this moment. No one will ever find the
treasure for the obvious reason thai there Ls
none. Only three pirates might have buried
wealth on Cocos - Davis, Thomson and
Benito. Davis look his loot to America.
Benito shot himself when chased by H.M.S.
Espiegh; and Thomson never had any
treasure. Who starled the rumour? It has
already thrived for a hundred years.
OWN CORKER /AMUSEMENT
TH KRE is a very good
the many thousands of Ovalti
all over the country are such heatih'v,
jolly boys and girls.
Remember that every Ovsltiney
makes it a golden rule to drink
■Ovaltine' every' day. Thisdcli
food beverage provides special
nourishment which helps so much to
build up strength, energy and fitness.
Ask mother to make ' Ovaltine ' your
regulardaily beverage. It-will help vou
to be successful in sports and games
and to do your best in schoolwork.
MAKI NG YOUR OWN MODEL RACING CAR
FRONT AXLE ASSEMBLY
^= ^ 7 ■ I —i h- —i i- j— jfl^na»-
THE 1^ LITRE
E.R.A. RACING CAR
by G. W. Arftiur — &t*ar\ci ,
ASSEMBLY OF FRONT AXLE
AND FUEL TANK TO CHASSIS
You will treed firsta strip of
mild sted b«-9inx%*ix%2n.
Bend to Hie shape shown ottop
left and drill the 1WO cento
holes to take 6 BA,bolt5. Any
material left on Hie ends may
be filed <may. Nextthe axle
stubs, which will depend, fbr
diameter, upon the type of
wheels if has been decided fc
fit: They may either betumej
down, as shown.-frran a wet
of ^S in. bar and thnsaaed
both ends; or adapted fror
sftWorcl bolts and nufeoP —
suitable sire, with the shanks passing through holes in the awe and
■the- heads braied or soldered on -the inside . The, wheels may then be
fitted with brass washers on the outersides, emd the whole ' —
assembled to the chassis as shon/n.
FUEL TANK This needs only a email hacksaw, light-tin shears solder
and ik soldering icon. Cut the sides as shown m the GA.at left - ,
allowing tin extra 14-in. all round for the flanges. Now mark our a
2^ in. sguare in the tentnes and trim the end6 off to the outside
of the, cornei- witer-sections. Place over the end of a smaller block,
of wood ayiA bend flanges over ait right angles. Malte sure both
sides are. identical; -then cut and bend copper- tvttoing as shown ,-ind,
with a brass wsaslTer cm either side, solder in ftoce, after
drilling holes oPi*pprcipr-iate size, in the positions indicated. Finsh
by odfiiB a strip |lm.tongX%in. wide, drillirg and soldering \e«t and,
lastly, sweating round the flanges with the ends overlapping. Add the
mounting plates and -fit "to the forward end of the chassis gap, using
■ : -i1 >,nuta arxk wfcashcrs.
ENGINE AMD SACK AXLE INSTALLATION
Place the engine in position c
the chassis, mark off mounting hole
centres and drill for 6 BA. bolts.
Bolt the bock axle in place on the
toeare^s, lower the drive shoftto
the universal coupling on the clutch
drum and mark, off ¥brlengtb,
allowing for the ball joint- CuT lb
the required length and thread
'A B.SF, after which scnew the
bull joint tightly home..
The whole assembly may now/ be.
finally installed using belong
washers or lock-nuts to prevent
loosening due +0 bumps ani vibration
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TO YOUR N
NT'S SHOP !
hash Lonergan's Quest
By MOORE RAYMOND
MOUNTED musical thai
under 14!" bawled'
"Come cm. Squib!" cried Lash
and Rawhide in unison.
Squib scrambled on lo his pony. Paich, and
fogged off ro ihe middle of the sports ground.
Fourteen young competitors, mounted on
animals of various shapes and sizes, lined the
circle with thirteen chairs grouped in the
The music slopped In a Hash, Squib slipped
from Patch's back and raced for the middle,
lie was one of the first three to fling them-
selves on to the chairs.
"That's bonzcr. Squib!" called Lash.
"That's bosker. Squib!" shouted Rawhide.
Then there were only thirteen hoys and
twelve chairs. Soon there were twelve boys
and eleven chairs. And so on . . .
It was soon obvious to everybody that the
event was going lo be won either by Squih or
by a tall, skinn\ hoy who could not dismount
as quickly as Squib, but coutd run faster once
he touched the ground.
"'Squib-Squib-Squib!" cried Lash and
Rawhide and soon the cry was taken up by
'Skinny-Skinny-Skinny!' cried the lanky
s and s
c chairs left . . .
then only two , . , then only one.
Squib and Skinny circled it to the sound of
wailing for the music to stop.
Then Squib suddenly got an idea. If he
stood on Patch's back he would be in a belter
position to leap from his hoise at the right
moment, and so he would be halfway there
before Skinny coutd get out of the saddle.
With the easy skill he had acquired in the
circus, he placed his hands on the pommel
and lifted his feel on to Patch's plump rump.
A moment later he stood upright perfectly
balanced on Patch's back as ihe pony went
The surprised spectators applauded and
cheered, while Squib got ready to leap the
instant the music stopped.
Hut Patch, not being a trained circus pony,
was bewildered by his rider's trick. He did
no! know that he was supposed to continue
iii i circle around the remaining chair. With
a snoif and a toss of his head, he started for
"Hey. I'alch, git back !" cried Squib, vainly
waving his arms. The crowd's cheers turned
to roars of laughter.
Patch bolted. The music slopped: Squib
flung himself from the galloping, swerving
pony and tell headlong into the dust.
By the lime lie scrambled to his feet,
spitting out the grit, he saw Skinny trium-
phantly sealing Inruiclf in the chair.
had entertained them with his trick riding.
After Skinny was presented with Ihe first
prize of ten shillings. Squib went up 10 the
judge's box expecting to get the second prize
or live shillings.
"But." explained ihe announcer to the
crowd, "we've decided this kid deserves a
special prize for being such a clever nder. So
young Squib gets ten bob, too."
The delighted boy. after capturing Patch,
rode back to his cobbers to receive their con-
'"You're a couple o' clever lads," said Raw-
hide admiringly to Lash and Squib, "I can't
Bui you jist wait till I capture The Hunchback
and gil a thousand quid."
"Skite!" laughed Iju*. "Out of my way,
skite. I've got to win this cattle drafting
Lash's bright manner concealed the misery
of his pain as he rode into the ring. He won-
dered how long he would be able to keep the
grip on the saddle so essential in roughriding.
Balance and grip - those were the two quali-
lies lhat had made him Champion of Cham-
pions. But one was nol much good without
A steer dashed from ihe dockyard. A horse-
man galloped alongside, wheeling the animal
round the first post . . . then round the
second post . , . then towards the gate.
The steer baulked and swung away. The
competitor swiftly reined his mount and cut
across to the other side. The sleei boiled back
in the wrong direction.
Twice the stockman vainly tried to drive it
through the gate. And then —
O-orA.'went ihe judge's whip, because time
"Poor cove," muttered Lash to himself.
"He's been cracked off. I hope I can pick a
sleer that'll run fasl and straight where 1 want
"Messiter," called the announcer.
Dago displayed perfect horsemanship lo
gel his steer round the posts, through Ihe gale,
and across Ihe finishing line in the excellent
time of 52j seconds. However much Lash
despised the man for his evil ways, he could
not help admiring Dago's superb skill in the
"Jackson," called the announcer. This com-
pclilor took 68 seconds. The one after let Ins
steer get right out of control, and he was
"Lonergan." called the announcer.
.lvement hurt his swollen
o sit his horse wilh perfect
and his smile was as bright and gay as
At the stockyard, he ran his eye over the
remaining steers. They were a wild lot.
Choosing a wicked-looking animal that
appeared last, he said lo one of the mounted
stewards, "That's my rabbit."
The stewards parted lo let him enter the
yard, and then closed behind him.
Culling out the steer was a matter of
seconds. The stewards parted again. Out
raced the steer into the ring - and the judges'
"R-r-r-run!" bellowed Lash at the racing
steer as he scnl Monarch galloping in pursuit.
Round the first post . . . round the second
post . . . (Ah, thai knee!] . , . and on to the
The steer baulked and swung away. Lash
I timed Monarch as if on a sixpence.
"Get him, cobber!" muttered Lash to his
Monarch strained forward and, at full
gallop, thrust his chest against the steer's
shoulder, urging and turning him towards the
For a frightening fraction of a second. Lash
thought they would hii one of the gateposts.
Rut they escaped by inches.
"Through!" cried Lash jubilantly, It was a
Breathlessly he waited for Ihe result.
"Fifiy-one seconds!" A roar of applause
broke out. Lash cantered across lo hi' smiling
friends and received their congratulations.
He knew that only by a miracle could any of
the remaining contestanls beat his time. In
due course he collected first prize.
"Hey, cobbers, jist look at all those black-
fellers with spears!" Squib exclaimed.
"Run for your lives!" roared Rawhide,
prelending lo panic. Then he laughed and
explained lo Squib lhat it was an aboriginal
spear- throwing competition.
Lach of Ihe dozen compclitors carried
three ironwood spears, tipped with glittering
points of white quartz.
ground. It plunged it,-, quartz t
earth and stood quivering, msuh
from the thrower.
"I wonder it our cobber Mopol
those abos," remarked Lash as
the line of hlack faces.'
Rawhide had a different thot
mind. He spoke it bluntly, "L
never ride a buckjumper today."
, I >;i,.
Thi point oj the ipear hurivd itself in the gruiituJ.
o" the upper air as my Chinese friends say
thai you won't be siltin' on a horse for your
"And what's thai goin' to be?"' queried
For reply, Lash felt for the whip at his licit.
He jerked the handle and unloosened the
pliable coils of plaited leather, tipped wilh a
white horsehair cracker.
"You won't have any trouble wmnin" that
coniesl," grinned Rawhide lo Australia's
greatesi stockwhip expert.
"But all the same, I'll give 'em all I've got.
They'll expect me lo put on a show."
Squib sighed enviously: "I wisht I could
put on a stockwhip show and have everybody
"So you shall !"' cried Lash in sudden in-
spiration. "The hairy Irishman is always my
partner in Ihese events, but loday you're
going to be out (here in the ring with me."
''Aw, gee " began the bewildered boy.
"Duck!" bellowed Rawhide, dragging
Squib lo ihe ground as Lash, obeying the
order, dropped to his knees.
The point of the spear buried itself in the
ground only a few inches from Lash's
He leapt to his I'eet amid the crowd's uproar
and stared across the ground at the
spear-throwing competitors. The stewards,
grouped round one of ihe blacks, were
obviously expressing \trijiis disapproval.
One of them turned and hurried over to the
K'ughfidcr and his friends.
"Sorry, Lash," he said. "But one of those
abos got excited and threw a bit wild. You
know what those coves are like when they
lose their block. But he won't chuck any more
spears today. We've disqualified him."
"Who's ihe abo."' asked Lash casually.
"Oh, just one of the blacks from ihe hills."
replied the steward, glancing at his list.
"1 don't suppose by any chance his name is
Yabbayabba'.'" said Lash in meaning tones.
"That's right. Yabbayabba. How did you
"Oh, he always was a careless cove," re-
marked Lash casually. The slcward eyed him
sharply, then hurried otf.
The rottghrider said to his friends: "See
Chuckle, easy does i(."
He recalled how, night after night, hi
secretly slipped down [o the paddock
yende stroking, combined with his inhor
of the "wild mare", as they used to call hi
on Coolabah Creek station.
"..Mik- ihjng. rop.Miinj:' I host caresses, sirokin
the glossy neck and murmuring words c
atteclion and soothing encouragement.
-Hike il e-e-easy. Chuckle, old girl. T;.k
in his mouth and turned sideways, but
"You know 1 haven't goi a hundred
the mob were taken aback bv Lash's humbler
the corner of his eve lie could set Lasl
pounds." replied 1 ash. He added signi-
They knew this was the mare (hat had
the writhing whip. With a tremendou
ficantly: "And you also know why."
brought ahoul his disgrace three vears ago.
ol will, the boy kepi his neck rigid a
Dago shrugged. "Verv well, then. 1 II hei
and they expected him to show surprise or
head perfectly steadv.
vou a hundred to <me in pounds (hat you
concern, angci or liiniditv, or even disdain -
Snap! He shut his eves - opened the
won't sit on this horse lor ten seconds."
sec thai halt the feather had gone,
"It's a go'" exclaimed Lash. "Shake!"
""Poor Chuckle, murmured Lash. ""What
Above i lie noise of the applause hi
A handshake before the stewards, and the
have thev done to vou''
Lash calling: ■Only one more nick. 1-
challenge was accepted.
The scene in the paddock came back
and stand perfectly still,"
"And now," said Lash, ""lei's see this
vividly to his mind. His Uncle Peter. tall and
Squib did as he was lold. The whip
ferocious animal "
smiling, challenging him to ride t huckle, the
forward and Ricked the other half
"With the greatest ol pleasure." smiled
mare that only Uncle Peter could ride - or so
leather from his mouth.
Dago, leading the way to the stockvards.
(1 leaped forward again - straight
"This is your horse. ' he said when Ihcy
He recalled the faces or the stockmen
boy's face. Squib instinctively stalled t
reached the chosen yard. "And you're wel-
gathered there to watch (he battle - some
buck Then he saw 1 ash's expression
come to it "
anxious, some amused, but all wishing him
mav. He froze into immoHity and h
Lash hauled himself up on to the rails and
breath. The whistling lash nickered
looked down on the chestnut - saddled.
The voice ol Dago broke into his thoughts.
his eves - then suddenly eoikd itsell
roped, and closely penned. Ihe animal
"Well," he called up to the voung man on the
his neck as gently as a thread of silk.
snorted, flattened ears, showed whiles of eves.
stockyard fence, 'are vou going to lake up
Shaking the coils tree. Lash ran
Straining at the ropes, the brute gave the
my challenge t
astonished bov and slapped him on th
impression of concentrating Ihe evil of all
"Too right 1 am! ' Lash agreed eagerlv.
horseflesh in one animal. 1-1 was certainly a
Dago smiled mysteriously at Greasy Joe.
"That was bonzcr!" exclaimed the
who gnlla wed behind his hand.
He did not tell them that Lash had secretly
made friends with Chuckle till she would let
him ride her bareback. He did not tell them
that Lash had refused to nde the mare that
t. then it should
Meanwhile, over at the stockyard. Lash
had persuaded Chuckle to slop trembling
and straining at the ropes. He lold the hand-
lers to take the ropes oil altogether.
"That's a bonzcr girl!" murmured Lush
delighted! 1 ., running his hand down the
(To be continued)
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