The Phantom Page #2

They don't have all three.

We don't know how many they have.

Have you any idea what it means,

if they get control of the skulls?

- They'd be invincible.

- Then stop them!

You're the only one who can.

Excuse me, Ghost Who Walks.

- Yes, Guran?

- I thought I heard...

- Were you talking to somebody?.

- Just to myself. I was talking to myself.

I beg your pardon,

you can't park there!

Oh, Miss Palmer.

I didn't realise. I'm very sorry.

Forget it. I'd throw me out, too,

if I didn't know better.

Welcome back, Miss Palmer.

- Let me help you with those things.

- Thank you.

Oh, Diana!

Mother!

- You look absolutely stunning.

- Your timing couldn't be worse.

- But how are you, sweetheart?

- Lily, you look marvellous.

- I've contracted malaria, Mother.

- That's nice!

- Diana!

- Uncle Dave!

- Sorry, I didn't realise it was a party.

- It's nothing.

Just a Palmer Foundation dinner.

I'm much happier to see you.

- How was the Yukon?

- Dave, it's cold.

What more do you want to know?.

Well, why don't you freshen up?

- I'll get something to eat.

- Jimmy Wells would love to see you.

Hello, Xander.

Lily, why is Xander Drax here?

He made a very large contribution

to the Foundation.

- Return it.

- But he's a respected businessman.

No, Lily, he's a thug.

Hi, Mr Drax.

I had the strangest urge

a few weeks ago!

I wanted to charter a plane,

track you down in the frozen north,

charge into your tent, hut or log cabin,

sweep you off your feet,

and bring you back to New York.

Really, Jimmy?. Why didn't you?

After a few sets of tennis

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?

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