The Street Sweeper (continued . . .)




Krusi spent a hair-raising morning driving Simbal’s luxury sport-auto. What a life! What a life! He was fascinated by the expensive gadgetry. It’s got everything—everything! Radio—Telscreen—built-in hot and cold snack bar! And then, his questing fingers revealed—a secret compartment! What’s this? Krusi pulled in and examined his find. It’s a key. But a key to what? It says on the tag—‘Trigan Imperial Bank’. He went to the Trigan Imperial Bank. On producing the key, he was treated like—a millionaire! Er . . . regarding the key . . . Delighted to be of service, sir! I will personally escort you to your safe-deposit vault! No trouble, no trouble at all!
Bemused, Krusi was borne far below the bank. We pride ourselves that this is bomb-proof, fire-proof and thiefproof! Why—it’s even moon-proof! .. You see, sir, it was constructed when it was believed that Elekton was going to collide with one of her moons! The key opened a great door. I will leave you, sir, to examine your—er—belongings. Krusi entered the vault . . . and saw . . . I—I don’t believe it! The ex-street sweeper fainted clean away! Meanwhile, a stranger had just arrived at the villa where Simbal had been ‘eliminated’. This was the sinister Chango—sent by the bandit leader to find and recover the fortune. In the grounds of the villa, he discovered a new grave. Interesting—very interesting!

This instalment was originally published in Look and Learn issue no. 771 on 23 October 1976.

 

The Fiendish Experiment (continued . . .)




From the split hull of the stricken fightercraft there emerged a thin trickle of water. Then the water . . . Became . . . Vella! In addition to all the other advantages, I now find that I am indestructible! Janno had landed his own craft, and was among the first to arrive on the scene of the crash. I killed him—my own comrade—with my idiotic carelessness! I’ll never forgive myself—never! Then . . . Vella! But—you’re alive? As you see, Janno. But how could he have got out? The cockpit cover’s still jammed on! There’s not a mark on you, Vella! It’s a miracle, that’s what it is—a miracle!
I hope you go on believing it was a miracle, you superstitious fool! For my part, I would feel happier if I’d thought to at least ruffle my hair and rub a bit of dirt on my cheek! That night, there was an Imperial feast in honour of the visiting King of Daveli. His Majesty referred to the day’s incident during his after-dinner speech. . . . A pity that my visit has been marred by an accident, but I am glad that the so brave Lieutenant Vella escaped safely. Vella only had eyes for the King’s glittering regalia. Hear, hear! I’ll have your jewels tonight you barbaric brute! After all, it was only to entertain you that I nearly got myself killed today! That night, the crown jewels of Daveli were watched over by four unsleeping guardsmen of the royal household troops. The thin trickle of water that came towards them was unnoticed. Then—suddenly—crrakkkkkk! Uuuuuuuh! Eeeeeeegh! Morning came, and the stricken men were found lying round the table where the jewels had once been! The regalia! . . . Gone! What happened? Suddenly there came . . . a thunderbolt . . .

This instalment was originally published in Look and Learn issue no. 554 on 26 August 1972.