Later that afternoon, refreshed by his nap, Krusi went to find his new friend. He discovered Simbal floating in the pool—face downwards!

Simbal, are you all right? Simbal—speak to me!

But Simbal had finished for ever with speech!

He’s . . . He’s . . .

It was then that temptation entered the life of the formerly honest street sweeper . . .

Why not? . . Why not, indeed?

And so . . .

After all, he can’t spend his money now!

The late millionaire was laid to rest in the lovely garden of the villa.

Put it this way, Simbal—you told me you had no friends or relations. So there’s no harm done to anyone. The money will simply go to waste otherwise . . .

Why shouldn’t I—Krusi the poor street sweeper—take over the identity of Simbal the millionaire?























Investigating Simbal’s room, Krusi suffered something of a shock . . . 

Who would have thought that anyone—even a millionaire—could be so untidy?

Dressing himself in fine clothes, he went out to the garage.

What an automobile! And mine, all mine!

At about that time, on a hillcrest in far-off Cato, a heli-jet was descending upon a hidden encampment.

Out stepped the three thugs who had called upon the millionaire Simbal—with such dire results to his well-being.

Well—was your mission successful? Did you eliminate that treacherous animal and discover the whereabouts of the loot he stole from us?

Simbal we discreetly disposed of. But, though we searched his quarters, we were able to find no clue as to where he hid the loot!

You eliminated him without getting the information? Fools! Dolts!—You should have brought him back here! Chango would have made him talk!

The leader of the bandit-tribe turned to address a fearsome figure.

Chango! The proceeds of ten lunar years of successful crime is somewhere in or around Trigan City! You will find it—if you have to take the city apart, stone by stone!

Trust me!

This instalment was originally published in Look and Learn issue no. 770 on 16 October 1976.