The Avengers: The Journey Back Page #2

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It wouldn't be sporting to keep it.

Suits you.

It's very good for the face muscles.

You might as well laugh

as much as you can before it happens.

-Before what happens?

-Before you get elevated to button-lip.

You can hardly laugh in button-lip.

What can I do for you?

Project 90. I'd like to see the fiiles.

Ministry fiiles? That's utterly impossible.

No one sees them.

Only red card holders.

I'm sorry. It's out of the question.

Card holders only.

a red card, that's about as rare

as a salmon in Bond street.

I'd no idea.

all the confiidential war records

are kept here.

Have there been many confiidential wars?

Cleaning must be a bit of a problem.

No cleaners with red cards?

I couldn't see the Prime Minister whisking

around here with a feather mop.

Or maybe I could.

Voices aren't raised here.

This is the one you need. Project 90.

You seem to have pyromaniac mice.

There will be a terrible fuss.

a full inquiry.

Play havoc with your fiishing.

How do I fiind out about Project 90?

The only person who can help you now

is James Mankin.

Mr. Mankin is busy.

Do you have an appointment?

No, but I'm sure he'll see me.

John Steed, from the Ministry.

One moment.

What is it?

Mr. Steed is here to see you.

He says he's from the Ministry.

Send him in. I'll see him.

-Go through, please.

-Thank you.

Kind of you to see me.

-I'm very busy. You did say the Ministry?

-about Project 90.

and broadcast power.

Is it possible?

Your Ministry doesn't think so.

But you do.

I spent years proving it.

all it got me was the sack.

-Dr. Creswell thinks it wasn't fully proved.

-Dr. Creswell doesn't think.

Why are you so sure

about broadcast power?

Why are you so interested?

Because someone has been trying

to destroy all trace of Project 90.

and those who worked on it.

I heard about Bryant and Grey.

accidents, they said.

No accidents.

Yesterday Maurice Jubert was murdered.

Well?

You seem to be taking it calmly.

I'm busy and I don't believe a word.

I can assure you they were not accidents.

I don't doubt it.

But not because of Project 90.

The applications of broadcast power

are quite ordinary.

There was no motive for murder

in the work we did.

You could be mistaken.

Very well, I'll show you.

as simply as possible.

This device here produces static electricity.

a development of a Windshurst machine?

That makes things easier.

The electrostatic energy is converted

to a high-frequency wave here.

Fed into this transmitter.

and just about ready.

You see this electric fan?

No wires, no hidden batteries, but...

Observe.

No power source other than the energy

I'm broadcasting.

That's very strange.

Dr. Grey was designing a fan

when he was murdered?

Doesn't mean a thing. This is the

equipment we used on the project.

Hardly the ultimate weapon.

-What if the...

-Do be careful.

What if the range in power were unlimited?

and it could be unlimited.

If we'd been given time to develop it

you could power anything.

Cars, aircraft, entire cities.

Creswell never believed in it.

Treated it like a toy.

But he surely gave

the authorisation for the research?

Forced us into a demonstration

we were against.

You failed?

I knew we'd fail.

We weren't ready.

at least Creswell got the sack

along with the rest of us.

What are you doing here?

Still developing broadcast power?

Wish I was.

This is a commercial outfiit.

I spend most of my time tarting up

stereophonic sound and radar.

Whenever I get the chance,

I'll return to this.

I should be careful.

I have a feeling someone has another use

for broadcast power.

Know anyone who wants to buy

a vintage Bentley...

...in the newtwo-tone

shade of green and slightly singed?

I have survived an electrifying

experience and I'll swap the details...

For a large brandy?

I was driving along,

minding my own business.

Enjoying and breathing

the good country air.

Contemplating the glories

of England in summertime.

-You were driving along.

-When I noticed a van following me.

One with handles that fiight back?

Right,

and as soon as I recognised the fact...

all my car's wiring burnt out.

The car was full of smoke, I was blinded.

There was a gatepost rushing toward me.

With tremendous verve and lan...

-I may say, great driving skills...

-and a good deal of luck.

It was a very near thing.

The car is still working.

But all my little dials are kaput.

Even the altimeter.

If one day you happen to be driving

at 10,000 feet, I'm sure you'll notice.

What do you think did it?

Broadcast power.

Sending electricity

just as you would a radio message.

Mankin was working on that.

-You saw him?

-I saw Mankin.

I gave him something to think about.

He's here.

It's for you.

What you were saying started me thinking.

I decided to go to Risely Dale.

You've been there?

I'm there now.

I think you're right.

Something is going on.

Hold on.

Mankin's at Risely Dale.

-He's onto something.

-Or up to something.

-Do you want to meet him?

-I'll see you at Creswell's.

Mrs. Peel is on her way now.

Right. I'll be waiting.

.

Not disturbing you, I hope.

Thought you'd be free at this time.

-I'm very busy.

-Forgive the unconventional entrance.

Basic training. Old habits die hard.

You mind?

I don't wish to be rude.

But I was studying this circuit diagram

and I wish to get on with it.

I thought you were pacing before I came in.

Looked like you were waiting for someone,

not possible...

...if you were engrossed in the diagram.

-I was thinking.

-Go ahead. I'll be quiet as a mouse.

You're extremely edgy.

You've been working too hard.

Why not some of this excellent sherry?

It is excellent.

What do you want?

Information.

Mankin seems to feel

that you are sabotaging Project 90.

Sure you're not waiting for someone?

It's ridiculous.

-What is?

-Mankin's suggestion.

Why should l, or anybody,

wish to sabotage Project 90?

Broadcast electricity.

I thought the Ministry

abandoned that little pipe...

Perhaps, the Ministry have

but someone else is pursuing it.

It would make a neat secret weapon,

if it were possible.

-lf.

-That's what I said, if.

Hayworth.

This is an unexpected pleasure.

I didn't expect to see you.

This is Mr. Steed from the Ministry.

-This is Peter Hayworth.

-Delighted.

Forgive me.

Sprained a tendon playing bridge.

You play a rough game.

I expect you called for those papers.

Here we are.

We won't keep you then.

Don't go now. You just arrived.

Dr. Creswell's the host...

...but I'm doing the honours.

He's a tad off-colour.

You're an electronic expert, too.

Those papers, very complex to the laymen.

He does occasionally assist me.

So you've worked together before.

Project 90?

That must be Mrs. Peel.

Told her to meet me.

She may have news from Risely Dale.

-I thought I told you to kill her.

-I thought I had.

-How did it go at Risely Dale?

-False alarm.

I'm sorry, we haven't met.

May I introduce Peter Hayworth,

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