Mazaratto’s Universal Elixir (continued . . .)

The erstwhile cripple embraced the astonished medicine pedlar. He's cured me ! One swallow of that elixir, and I can walk— I, who have been crippled since birth ! Those who had scoffed were now crowding round to buy. Give me two bottles ! Does it cure falling hair, did you say ? My friend, Mazaratto's Universal Elixir cures every known ailment ! Janno, Keren and Roffa watched and wondered. Strange thing, that. Genuine or fake ? I wonder ? . . . Evening came, and Doctor Mazaratto packed up his belongings on a cart and left the city for another fair. Some distance from the city, he came upon a figure waiting by the roadside. Hello, old friend. We did well in Trigan City. It never fails, Rolli. There is no limit to the gullibility of your average Trigan. The two rogues had been working the fake medicine trick for many lunar years. They made camp by the roadside. Better mix up some more of the elixir. A little colouring, a drop of something to make it taste unpleasant, then fill up with water. The rest is simple faith and gullibility !
Two lunar months after the events just recorded, a fast patrol craft of the Trigan fleet was on a practice run in the bay. Prepare for a simulated attack on the bridge ! Very good, sir ! The speedy little craft packed a mighty punch. On course, sir ! Ready to fire ! There the simulated attack should have ended—but the captain's finger descended upon the firing button ! BLAM ! Have you gone insane ? That projectile's going to hit the support of the bridge ! Hardly were the horrified words out of the second officer's mouth, than—WHO-O-O-OMPH ! We're done for ! —Aaaaaah !

This installment was originally published in Look and Learn issue no. 801 on 21 May 1977.