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"In the dutches of the Gang"
Kl N fell n painful throbbing in his
throat, li seemed as ii his heart
had got displaced and was beating
in the wrong position. He felt his
chest just to make sure, and then looked
iiiimd guiltily, although there was no one to
observe this foolish behaviour, and even if
there had been, it was too dark to sec
He supposed he ought to try to move the
flag and see whui was behind it. Was "U?"
a person, and if so, was he dead? Ken
struck another match and examined the
writing again. A horrid thought struck him
Perhaps the marks he had interpreted as
"LI" 1 were meant to be a drawing of the
Thing that hud trapped Kay's arm. Sonic foul
Ugh! Ken shrank back at the mere thought
of the cold, slimy, venomous thing that might
be coiled there, wailing with reptilian
patience 10 strike at a questing hand.
"Not slimy," he corrected himself Jim
had kept a grass snake as a pet at one time,
and had made Ken touch it 10 convince him
that it was quite dry and clean, and thai only
its shiny scales made it look slimy. Ken
grimaced at the memory: it hadn't helped him
to overcome his horror of all crawling things.
He remembered with annoyance that I'm
hadn't seemed to mind it.
He decided to convince himself that the
Thing that had trapped Ray hadn't been .11
son of reptile - in fact, hadn't
ah, but was some sort of hendi
(He grinned suddenly as the thought
into his mind thai if there
betiind there, they would love U
caught in a trap for a change.)
His "wishful thinking " and hi
thought about mice had conquered his Tea
but, like all "wishful thinking", it led hii
He began ieelmg and lapping ihe Hags 1
which this particular wine-bin was coi
strucled. Once he drew back his tingei
hastily as they
sliver of stone, and again looked
guiltily as if ashamed of hi!
Fortunately for him. he did not lind toe
secret of the hidcy-holc, or he might has*
been trapped as Ray was.
""Well," he consoled himself, straightening
his cramped knees and flipping his hand
against his dusty trouser- bottoms, "there
probably isn't anything there now. Whocvci
nabbed Ray whilst he was trapped there
would surely take everything out of the hole.
knowing it had been discovered. But I'd have
liked to have a look, all the same "
He was still standing and pondering about
it when he suddenly remembered the injured
policeman. He ought to have gone for help
at once! Whatever had he been thinking
He went quickly into the other cellar,
sure that the unfortunate constable was still
breathing, and scrambled out through the
manhole after a cautious reconnaissance. He
sprinted along the street intending to go to
the police station.
Then he checked himself. If he went to the
police they would almost certainly want him
to go back to the cellar with them, hi any
case they would ;i-k tuin dozens of questions.
weren't his. And he mini get the scientist's
cryptic message decoded Besides. Iie'd told
his mother lie was going to the Vicar's, so lie
But the police had got to be informed about
their hurl comrade, and pronto. How — ?
He smote himself on the forehead. Why
didn't he think of it before? The telephone!
There was a public call-box on the next
corner but one. An angry-looki
out of it just as he reached it. Ken fell in his
pocket, but the only coppers he had were a
penny and two ha'pennies. (Another silly
thought came to him: if he was short of
coppers he could fetch the one in lite ceilat).
"What are you grinning al'.'" demanded
the cross- looking customer.
;hing I was thinking about,"'
eplied Ken. "Lxcusc me. sir, but have you
ivo ha'pennies for a penny'
''You're old enough lo know better,"
umed the irate citizen. "Just begging, that's
When you get a penny, you'll ask
fee 10 change it into two ha'-
id so on hoping that the person
that lo little boys who
better! I've a good mind to call the
"■That is what / wish to do." said Ken
st 1 Illy, suppressing the impulse to answer
rudely. He held out his two ha'pennies and
added, "I'd be much obliged if you could
Thl man looked al him closely, then
handed over a penny.
"Sorry if I misjudged you," he growled.
"But ii'u'll be mad too when you lind what
some young hooligan has done 10 that box. -
No, t don't want your ha 'pennies."
"Will you take them, please!" insisted Ken,
trosiily polite. "1 don't beg. And you've no
piiii) that the hooligan was young."
"I've said I was sorry." grumbled the man.
"In any case, you don't need pennies to ring
the police. Anything wrong? Anything I can
do lo help?"
"No, thanks, sir." said Ken. "I'll get along
to the 1
. box. Ho|ie
siliscd that i(
call, bul this
. After a few
e door in his
Thi- Pflfiw hail to he info,
nodded, and went oil in the
opposite direction. Ken ran on until he found
another box. admitting lo himself that the
)>eople who had wrecked the other probably
Mam about his own age, bul without his
interest in football and oilier real sports. He
quickly got through to the police, gave liicm
Ihe information they would need, told them
his own name and address, and rang off
before they could order him lo wait for them.
Then he made his way to the Vicarage.
It was a big. bare, rambling house. Ken
was glad he hadn't to live in it during coal-
rationing. He pulled a bell that clanged inter-
minably like the bell of an old-fashioned little
There was no answer, r
was terribly early for a sc
was important. He tang a
minutes the Vicar came ti
"if it's about the pitch for this afternoon,
Ken," he said as soon as he saw who it was,
"'I think you might have left it a hii later.
This is the one morning in the week that I
don't have 10 be up at the crack of dawn for a
""Sorry, sir! No, it isnT about the pitch
it's something really urgent."
"Oh. Come in, then."
Ken followed the burly, tousle- headed man
to his study a book -lined roimi with shabby
bul comfortable leather chairs. He poured
out the whole story, so far as he knew it,
except for the bit about Ray, which Dick liad
told him to keep secret.
The Rev. Bill Read didn't interrupt once.
In his job he'd had 10 learn lo be a good
listener as well as a good talker.
What Ken had finished, the Vicar put down
his pipe and held out his hand.
'"Let's sec that message." he said.
Ken handed it ovci and waichcd the big
man anxiously as he studied it.
""I don't know why you don'l give young
Sam a trial at outside left." said Ihe Vicar.
"He's quite a
"That's not the message, sir' Look "
"I know. I know 1 " muttered the Vicar, his
eyes still on the paper. His hand groped on
the desk for his pipe, and Ken pushed ii
"I didn't know Scrufi'v could kick with his
"Is that what you all call him? H'm. 'The
Lord' with 'd' craned out and 'g' put in-
"Yes. but that was "
"Shut up. Could be Lord Somebody, or
could be God. H'm. He's no more scruffy
than you are. If you'll lake the trouble to
look, you'll see he keeps himself as clean as
any normal boy. It isn't his fault if his parents
can'l afford him decern clothes.''
"No, sir." Ken wriggled uncomfortably.
The Vicar's absent -minded observations
always struck home more- than a direct"
The word "jaw" reminded him of llie Rev.
Bill's pugnacious chin. He wondered if he
knew what the boys called him.
"Now 1 don't mind you chaps calling me
"Burglar Bill' among yourselves," continued
Ihe Vicar, as if he had read his thoughts.
"Because I know I'm mil a burglar. And I
take a nickname as a sign of affection rather
than disrespect. But a boy from a 00°' home
might suspect that 'Scruffy" was a true des-
cription, and that would hurt." The Rev. Bill
put down the paper and glared at Ken. his
jaw at its most pugnacious. "You will see
that he is called "Sam" in future, young man."*
"But as for playing him in (he team, that's
your pigeon. I shan't interfere. I've solved
your message, by ll»e way."
"You have' What - ?" Ken leapl up
"The Lorg is one of theni" - "(iod' with "g"
instead of 'd' is 'Gog'!"
Ken looked disappointed, and sank back
into his chair. "You mean, Gog and Magog,
sir? I've often wondered --"
"No, no! Not 'Ma' - the message says not.
'Gog is one of them' : the 'no Ma' must be a
check to show we're on the right hues. 1.1'
looks like someone's initials. Do you know
what the scientist was called?"
"No. Ray never said." Ken clapped his
hand over his mouth, as soon as he realised
thai he'd mentioned Ray.
"So you know about Ray." remarked the
Ken gaped at him.
"Yes 1 haven't seen him yet, but how
did you r
"There isn't much goes on in my parish
that I don't know about." replied the Rev.
Hill comfortably. "When you do see Ray. tell
him I'd like a word with him. Now. let me see.
what atomic scientist disappeared about the
sime lime as rtayT'
Ken looked blank, and the parson chewed
savagely at his pipe.
"Ihire!" he exclaimed at last, thumping the
.inn of his chair. He leapt up and took a fat
volume from his bookshelves. "Now. what
was his Christian name.' Ha! Here we are!
'Fdward DMfe, Ph.D.. D.Sc., etc, etc." He
snapped the hook shut and turned exultantly
to Ken. "How much of what you've told me
"How do yo
cveal anything that was tokl
"Nor did Ray. They know most of the rest,
as t told you."
The Vicar fumbled in a drawer of his desk
and produced a battered notebook.
"A man I was at Oxford with." he said,
"is in M.I. 5. and somewhere in here I have a
telephone number you won't find in the
directory. I'll tell him only what the police
found (Hit by myself
fellows!" he lamented. "One of the world's
greatest physicists comes to us as a political
refugee from Albania a,td is put in charge of
you don't even know his name! Yet you know
every film actor or footballer in Ihe oh,
well!" He drugged his broad shoulders,
lifted the receiver, anil asked lor a London
ken watched him dumbly while he waited
for the connection. He fell quite da/ed.What
a plot they had stumbled on! The the son
ol -f-mste.n" of atomic research, a traitor!
Vim could hardly credit it.
The Vicar's voice penet ruled his musings.
"Hullo (icon".' This is Dili Read. No,
"liurglar Bill"." The Vicar (danced in ernbar-
and Ken covered his mouth with his hand to
hide a wicked grin. "Yes, it has, hasn't it?
Listen, Geoff, what do you make of a message
from an atomic scientist whom I believe to be
loyal, saying "The l.org - L-O-R-G - is one
of them? What? Why. the enemy, of course.
What, you've got it already? I thought I was
smart. No, don't say it on the 'phone. How
soon can you be here? You can? Splendid.
The Rev. Bill replaced the receiver.
"You and I." he said, "are going to have
some breakfast while we're waiting. And you
can forget that number I called, and also the
fact that I had the same nickname al Oxford."
"Yes, sir." agreed Ken, with a conspira-
torial gleam in his eye. "Rut I say, sir, how
long shall i
Tor the footsteps were approaching not from
the other cellar, where the manhole was, but
down the steps from the house. Whoever was
coming had unlocked the door at the top of
the steps, and so far as he knew, only the
gangsters, had the key of that door.
He was trapped in such a position that only
by an awkward twist of his neck could he sec
anything at all, and then only the lower half
of the room, upside down. He could make out
a gleam of light from a torch, and as the beam
fell on his sprawled legs he heard the footsteps
After what seemed an age, during which he
made no sound, the footsteps started again.
The beam of the torch Dashed, ail round the
cellar. He caught a glimpse of a pair of legs.
Something blunt ami heavy cra.iheJ tKiumf hit hrud
"If you knew M.I.5. you'd get a move on
for fear of missing your breakfast." replied
the Vicar, leading the way to the kitchen.
"He's coming by 'plane."
It was only about half an hour before Ken
came to the cellar that Ray. lying in the
winebin with his right arm trapped by the
swinging flagstone, heard someone approach-
ing. His body contorted painfully in the effort
lo lake the weight off his arm. his hand numb
from the constriction of its blood supply, and
the torture from his lacerated biceps increased
by swelling round the wound, he was almost
ready lo welcome anyone who would release
But he repressed the impulse to cry out.
dollied surprisingly in sponge-bag trousers.
as ihe intruder made his way cautiously into
t he other cellar.
Again there was silence. Then Ray heard a
dull thud, followed by a slithering sound as
the heap or coal was disturbed once again.
Then there was a metallic clang, and another
thud and rumble, followed by a whispered
conversation that he strained his cars in vain
lo catch. Then two pairs of footsteps ap-
proactied him, the second pair of legs being
covered with leather gaiters. The torch was
directed straight at him. and he blinked, bui
kepi his head twisted in the hope of seeing
more. He was rewarded when Sponge- Bag
bent down to peer into the bin: Ray glimpsed
the lower part of his lace, upside down lo him,
and memorised a narrow, predatory nose and
thin, cruel lips. Then the man straightened up
again. At last he spoke, but not lo Ray,
"So that gadget of yours worked V he said
softly. "I must confess 1 thought it an un-
necessary precaution. Who is he?"
Gaiters mumbled something Ray couldn't
"No, I don't think so. They've never tried
Id high-jack us in this country. More likely
another of The Conspirators'."
Ray wondered when they were going lo gel
round lo releasing him. Surely they must be
in a hurry to get away.
Gaiters must have echoed his thought,
because he muttered something of which Ray
caught the word "quick".
"You needn't bother about him recognising
your voice, even if he turns out to be a local
lad," replied Sponge-Bag testify. "Yes, we'd
belter get cracking. Who are you?"
This question was addressed to Ray
"Suppose you tell me first who nw are,"
Lie immediately received a heavy kick in
the side. He made no sound except a whistling
intake of breath.
"Plenty of time for that laler." said Sponge-
Hag He repeated his (Question to Ray : "Who
Ray was silent. He knew thai "tater" there
would be more persistent attempts to extract
information from him; and he hadn't missed
the significance of "you needn't bother about
him recognising your voice", either. He was
not unafraid, but he reminded himself that
his silence was stronger than their strength,
and that even if he died, he would have won if
he remained steadfast in his refusal to help
them in their evil purposes.
"I'm afraid." sighed Sponge- Bag, "that
this one is going lo be as obdurate as the
other. Anyway, let's get him out. Do you
need the tackle?'"
"No, only for ihe uranium." answered
Gaiters. "Keep him covered."
Ray felt almost light-hearted as the man
thrust himself roughly beside him and riddled
with the Hags, fed evidently hadn't "talked",
and be himself was going to get out of this
dreadful trap before gangrene set in. Perhaps
he wouldn't lose his arm. now unless he lost
The pain was almost unbearable as Gaiters
wrenched the flagstone back; but as soon as
he was free, Ray flung himself backwards, did
a Rugger "hand olf" against Sponge Bag. and
dashed into the other cellar. He scrambled up
the pile of coal, and tried to clamber on to
the chute, but his nghi arm was useless and
he couldn't make it. He felt himself pulled
back within sight of freedom, as Ted had
been. Then, before he could whirl round and
face his assailants, something blunt and heavy
crashed against ihe back of his head.
( in be continued)
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2. THE AMAZING WATER-LILY A water-lily at i hi- exact centre
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hash Lonergan's Quest
By MOORIi RAYMOND
Irish hlamcv' i.iughcil I a>
who was embarrassed by I his praise. 1 dancii
over Rawhide's shoulder, lie ir Kill fill
"Look, here's Doctor Norgale. Hullo, Doc
"Hullo, Lash Lets have a look at yo
' Lh'. 1 Who lold you 1 had a knee m
looking at '**" grinned (he toiighridei.
"Come on. young man." replied Ihe docli
wilh mock severity. "Anybody with 01
Lash sighed and pulled up the leg of I
THOUGH she still snorted and tossed
her head now and again, she had lost
Iter fury and Ihe wicked look was
gone from her beautiful eyes. She no
longer flattened her ears, hut kepi them
pricked at Ihe continuous sound of Lash's
The stewards were ama/ed. Greasy Joe
raised his brows at !5ago, who shrugged un-
concernedly, but looted discomfited all the
'"I reckon I can lead her out now," said
Lash. He dropped from the rails to the
"Yowp!" He had forgotten his injured
knee. The jump to the hard ground gave it a
severe jar, and he gritted his teeth as he
limped away. Dagos smile of triumph
returned to his swarthy face.
Meanwhile Rawhide was saying to some
stockmen: "Yes. that's the mare thai Lash
refused to ride. Uncle Peter called him a
coward and a disgrace ()> the family name.
So he kicked him out - and me, too. because
I look the lad's part. Well. I ■—
Interrupted by a buzz of excitement from
the crowd, he turned to see Lash ai (he open
gate of the stockyard, pulling on the bridle
and trying lo get Chuckle out into the open.
lash soon changed his tactics. He stepped
up to Chuckle's head, patted her neck., then
grasped her Rowing mane. It was the way he
trained her to be led on those secret, starlit
nights three years ago.
He tugged her mane and walked out of the
yard into the sports ground. Chuckle wenl
The cheers of the crowd made her excited
again, and she slaned to pull away. Lash let
her mane go and hung on to the bridle. The
marc reared up. almost dragging him oft' his
■Chuckle, Chuckle," pleaded Lash.
Gradually he quietened her. The crowd
waited breathlessly as he slipped the reins over
her head and slowly moved to the near side
to mount the mare. He gently raised his leg
and slipped his foot into the stirrup.
Now Lash felt confident . lhat Chuckle
would let him get on - and stay on. He
Chuckle squealed and shied away, forcing
him to drop to the ground again.
"Whou'" he called, as she pulled away
wildly, jarring his knee almost to the state of
He quietened her once more. Again be
urtcd lo mount, and again she squealed and
stewards. "1 tohl you that you'd never
Thereupon Ihe Otui.tu idgin
mount her outside (he paddock."
Heated to the astonishing -
Loncrgan Iroltiug round on th
crowd. Lash led ihe mare across to the
ih.ll iso far as ihcv knewl hud r
stewards. She followed him quiefh.
fore by only one man. Uncle P
"I'll ride her bareback." he announced.
Ami lash *w rklins her tmrebt
"Don't be a fool. Lash, that *s (en times
Alter reviving trie tremei
with his usual gay smile. Lasr
The voting rougbndcr replied with a grim
smile: "I've just got a fancy I'd like to ride
"Riding her hart-hack wasn
Chuckle bareback " He starled 10 unbuekk-
gain!" exclaimed Dago Mvt"iii
The head steward said lim
"That's not in my bargain!" interrupted a
slands. Dago 1 heard vou ma I
sharp voice. Ii was Dago Messiier He laid a
IJarcback or saddled. thai iff
ridden for ten seconds. Lash h;
Shaking him otf. Lash sard: "You don't
want me to unsaddle her. do you? You know
why she won't let me mount her. don't vou ''"
scowl lo a smile. "O.K.. Lash.
"l-i don't know what vou mean," Mustered
got a hundred quid EM me. 1
time 1 see you."
Lash unbuckled the girth in a flash and
"Don'i bother about the
hauled off ihe saddle.
1 ash sweetly. "Just give mc an
"Just as 1 thought '."
"Too right," agreed live foi
dinging lo the cheslnut hair were half-a-
He scribbled it out and hand
doicn sharp- prick led burrs. Lacfi time Lash
His intention, ol 'course, was n.
'ooder she wouldn't
The joke's on you. D
"Gel ready to pay me thai
"Skile!" sneered the l
not believe (hat Lash woi
the buck jumper barehac
his injured knee.
Hailing, he ran his hand .
.shoulder, murmuring sol
was quiet al last. Lash van
, Raw hide vi.ntci.-A
Uncle Peter left
unde's wilt wa:
That very night
bank and ste
■a. Among t
is the one with Uncle Pet
IT'S will in-
Would vou call lhai a coin.
a« led (lie other
, "1 suppose
Surely you d
ont think . , "
raised his eyi
in again. Mopo
and wc ndi
there, Wc d
iscover the stri
open. And wl
m should be hai
igmg around but
;i anil his olfsJdcr, Greasy Ji
»o lold me he v
nt» in Opalli
ack. Maybe he
truth. Itul 1 s
ras after The Hi
be Dago was a
Iter him for
1 Dago and The
in league'.'" i
isked (he asloui
shed pot iter
"fl's an idea that's been hii
back of my
mind," replied Lash. "Why
should the bi
,y all the sir.
boxes but tli
C one wilh uric
les will ins
it's lo give it ((
.nocked on the
Tlicrc entered a smiling, frizzy- haired
aborigine. He was barefooted, and he wore
only a tattctcd khaki shirt and a pair of
(rayed serge trousers with faded red stripes
running down the sides. This was the "uni-
form" proudly worn by Jacky, the black-
Iracker anachcd to the Oonawidgcc |x>lice
"l-'clla longa sports gibbil this,"' he said lo
Hie sergeant, handing over two grubby fetters.
One bore the name of Lash lartergaii and
the olhcr was addressed to Dago Messiier.
Lash look his letter and tipped i( open.
'"Dear 1-ash Lonergan," said ihc erudely
printed note, "1 have a certain dokument (liat
you and another bloke might like tu buy. It is
a will. 1 offer it to the highest bider. Write
down your oifer and put same in a tin in the
middle ol the road through Opallown by
Sunday sundown. 1 am also wrileing this in-
formation lo Dago Messiier.
r\S. No oilers under £1,000.*'
Lash flung the letter down in front of
Sergeant Sneed. "\W we know wtiy that
bushranger wanied the will."
Scanning the note, the sergeant muttered:
-What a blasted cheek!" He looked up at
l.ash with a grin. "Do you still think Dago
and The Hunchback are in league?"
"Hardly!" laughed the rnughrider. "And
I'd like to see the expression on Dago's face
when he gets his letter from the bushranger."
Sneed turned to the blacklracker and asked
sharply, "What fella gibbil these letters?"
"No savee." replied Jacky.
"Yes, boss. Stranger fella do-cm Bit quick
longa mob. No lookem this fella face bud-
"WelL" sighed Sliced, "if you didn't get a
proper look al inn
going out now and
all that mob."
"The sports arc r
out of Ihe window ti
by. "And The Hunchback hasn't kepi his
turned to Jacky and instructed: "You takem
this fella letter longa Mr, Messiter."
"Yiss, boss.'' The blacklracker was gone.
Rawhide leaped up the steps on to the
verandah, and Squib skipped after him.
Poking their heads through the window, they
reminded l.asli .trut Seigcaul Sneed that it was
citedly. "So we can have a bi( of ocr> thin"
As they hurried down the road, the appetis-
ing smell became stronger. In a few minutes
they came upon a happy, animated scene (hat
glowed in the golden rays of the setting sun.
The inhabitants of Oonawidgex" and their
smooth claypan between town and creek.
In the middle was a big lire. Grouped
around it were a lot of people grilling chops
and steaks on stirrup irons or improvised
Ringing the claypan were a numbei of
smaller fires. Over these hung pots of slew or
biltycans ol' water being boiled for lea.
Almost everybody llicrc had brought food
of some sort some of it cooking, and same
already hontc-cooked and cold.
As soon as Lash and his friends appeared
on the scene, Ihey were overwhelmed with
' smiled Sneed. He
Never before had any of them been guesis
al such a rich and varied feasl.
Strips of steak smeared with crushed,
grilled tomato. Huge mutton chops dripping
wilh fat. Boiled guineafowl so lender it
seemed lo melt in the mouth.
When he could eat no more, Lash leaned
againsl a squat bollle tree and sighed, "Thai
After a while Rawhide said to Lash : "Now
can you tell me this, me sagacious boy? Why
did The Hunchback — "
"Oh, forget that bushranger for a bit !" in-
terrupted Lash with a laugh.
Meanwhile inat same bushranger wailed in
the deepening dusk, viewing the gay and
animated scene on the claypan, and waiting
for the right moment U) make his entry . . .
To be continued
A SHORT HISTORY OF WRITING
Before 3000 B.C. ibe Sunn- nans
produced " cuneiform " writi
mcihod employed was lo impress the
characters on. soft clay tablets with asiylus
probably made from reed sharpened to a
pouti. The clay was then baked hard ro
make the markings pei
In certain instances cuneiform writing
was also inscribed on stone, the
being engraved with chiselling
This form of writing was used
ently until almost the beginning of the
Christian era by which time papyrus hod
become the accepted medium for writing
A PEN FOX YOU* THOUGHTS
•rid by The Mile '- Mar,
One of ihe most brilliant forwards thai ever came from Scotland .
'Here's MY way
to cross a road"
THE WORD FOR TOFFEE g^
" It's a forward's job to break
through -on the football field.
He most be able to dodge the
defence— and have plenty of dash.
But dodging and dashing is just
asking for trouble when you're
crossing a road. Here's my way :
1 At the kerb HAL).
2 Eyes — RIGHT.
J Eyes — LEFT.
4 Gtwce again — RIGHT.
I If all dear — QUICK MARCH.
" No need to run. because I wail
until there is a real gap in the
'" In Soccer, you go ail out lo win;
so of course you take risks — it
would be pretty dull otherwise ' But
traffic's not a game. By taking a
chance, you may get killed, or kill
someone else. So just use your head.
remember you're pari of the traffic,
learn to be a good Road Navigator,
and cross cirri' road the r.
Kerb Drill way." feJ[L^iwX
ROB COM WAY in search of a secret city
fimHiiunwiimi i tiH
THE GREAT ADV