The Phantom Page #2

and a cold Gin Fizz,

the urge just seemed to pass.

You're pretty

in those woodsy flannels.

You have to admit, Diana...

There's magic there.

What's in the sandwich?

Baloney.

Mayor, Commissioner.

Enjoying yourselves?

- As much as I can in this monkey suit.

- Wonderful. You've outdone yourself.

- Thank you, Mayor.

- Excuse me.

- Here's the man I want to see.

- You're not welcome here, Mr Drax.

The Police Commissioner is right here.

Have me arrested!

Sample the canaps on your way out.

- For God's sake, that's not necessary.

- That's all right, I can speak for myself.

Tell me, your reporters are poking

their noses into my personal affairs...

I don't understand why. Do you?

Yes. And you will,

when we publish our story.

Why go after me?

I'm just a private citizen.

You own companies

that regulate public utilities.

You control the trade unions,

influence interest rates and stock prices.

And you have involvements

with the Zephro crime family.

I'd say you're

a very public figure, Mr Drax.

I've never heard such tall tales!

Have you been talking to my ex-wives?

- How much does this newspaper cost?

- Two cents daily, five cents on Sunday.

No, all of it. The building,

the presses, the typewriters...

- Maybe I'll buy the whole damn thing.

- Not everything in life is for sale.

Of course it is, Dave!

And I'll tell you something else.

I usually get what I want.

Gentlemen, I have no axe to grind.

I'm only interested in the truth.

I've learnt something

from a source at the city library.

Drax has been extensively

researching esoteric volumes.

They are normally kept

under constant lock and key.

He's interested in something

connected with this symbol.

- What does it mean?

- He's on a quest.

For a supernatural power.

These are dangerous times. Dictators

are popping up all over the world.

Drax already has the desire

to become one himself.

- This will provide him with the means.

- That's nonsense.

I know it's hard to fathom,

but Drax believes in it.

This man must be taken seriously.

I've traced the origin of that symbol

to a place called the Bengalla Jungle.

This is a ticket for the Clipper.

You're not going there?

My plans were to leave tomorrow

and meet up with a Captain Horton.

But now... I don't know if I can turn

my back on Drax for that long.

- It's just a wild goose chase, anyway.

- That's right.

A far-off jungle's no place for you.

I agree. You need to stay here

and take care of things.

There you go, Dave.

Listen to your niece.

- Let me go for you.

- I don't know, Diana...

I want to go.

You were right, Mr Drax.

They know far too much.

All right, I'll be there...

- Hey!

- Call him back.

Thank you, sir.

It's Ray Zephro. Our little tootsie

is boarding the plane right now.

Say the word and

I'll drag her off by her hair.

Thanks, Ray, but I have

another way of dealing with this.

After all, I do have friends

in that part of the world.

I've got to go. Dr Fleming is here.

The librarian.

Dr Fleming!

Thanks so much for coming.

I don't mind. It's a nice day for a walk.

Yes, it certainly is. Please, sit down.

So, how can I help you?

You can reassure me that my research

at the library is strictly confidential.

- Of course it is!

- Really?. Are you sure?

Dave Palmer has been

poking his nose into my business.

You have nothing to worry about,

Mr Drax. Your privacy is protected.

All requests for access

to special collections come to me.

I'm the only one who sees them.

Well, good.

I feel a whole lot better now.

Thanks for coming.

Oh, one more thing, if you don't mind.

I'd like your professional opinion

on something under this microscope.

Sure.

Here, let me hold your glasses.

- I don't see a thing.

- Just turn the focus knob.

I guess you won't be

needing these any more.

- Your coffee, Miss.

- Thanks.

Guran, I'm leaving.

I'm going with Zak. What are you

listening to? "Junior G-Man"?

I wish it was. This is real.

The Pan Am Clipper has been

forced down over the ocean.

He'll do.

We want Diana Palmer.

We're prepared to kill all of you,

one by one, until she steps forward.

- No, please!

- I'm Diana Palmer.

So quickly. How disappointing...

Happy now?. Get a good look?.

- I'll stay on the radio, Captain.

- All right.

Wake me,

if there's any news.

Can't you ever come in

through the front door?.

It's too obvious. I like the window.

- It's good to see you, Phantom.

- Captain.

- We've had some trouble tonight.

- So I've heard. Any news?

The passengers were picked up

by a Portuguese fishing boat.

Everyone is safe, except one

young woman who was abducted.

Who?

She was on her way to see me,

oddly enough.

- Her name is Diana Palmer.

- Diana Palmer?.

From New York?.

Uncle owns the Tribune?

- That's right. How did you know?.

- I heard the name somewhere.

First those graverobbers

and now this.

- I only hope we can get her back.

- I'll see what I can do.

You'd better go out

the way you came in.

I have enough trouble

pretending you're not real.

Thanks, Zak.

Ghost Who Walks,

I remember they had aeroplane.

- Who, the bad men?

- A plane with boats for feet.

Boats for feet?

What, seaplanes? Seaplanes!

- Thanks for the help.

- Let's see her face.

She's sort of pretty

in a spoiled rich girl kind of way.

Who are you? Are you crazy?. Do you

realise how many laws you've broken?

Disruption of international

air transportation, abduction...

Piracy, kidnapping...

Oh! Feisty, too.

Shut up.

If this kidnapping is about money,

you won't get one cent.

Not one red cent!

I've got to report in now.

Somebody has a big interest in you.

Maybe when I get back,

you and I can spend some time alone.

Good work, Zak.

Now go back to the Rope People.

Stay away from bad guys.

Nice boots. Expensive, huh?

Not really.

Come on, we can talk.

It's just us girls.

Mind if I take a look?.

Quit that!

I was right.

Fifth Avenue, New York City!

Just my size, too.

What have we here?

All right, gentlemen, nobody...

Ladies, kindly pardon my error.

Don't move!

Oh, a love letter!

- What is this, a ship full of women?

- All my pilots are women.

Interesting. Excuse me.

- Who are you?

- A good Samaritan.

I bet you're better than good.

- I'll get the chance to find out...

- There's an old jungle saying:

"Never point a gun at someone,

because it might go off. "

Fast hands!

I like that in a man.

Tie her up.

Or don't...

It's personal.

- Let's go.

- Not so fast. Why should I go with you?

- Trust me, Diana.

- You know my name?

Sure. You're Diana Palmer.

Your kidnapping has been reported

to the authorities. This is a rescue!

Thanks, you've done a good job.

I can take it from here.

She's not changed a bit...

- What the hell is going on?

- There's a man in a purple suit here.

No, it can't be! Scramble the pilots!

Find him, stop him!

Don't let him get off the ship! Now, go!

- The engine room!

- I'll take the port side.

- I think we should stick together.

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