Those Magnificent Men in Their Flying Machines Page #2

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I shall find someone who will.

Oh, all right.

I suppose you wouldn't like

to go have lunch at Windsor.

You could drive

the car if you like.

- Me?

- Yes.

Oh! Come on.

Well, that's my idea,

gentlemen.

Not a festival but something which

will fire the imagination of the world,

which will bring together all the

different types of flying machines...

and, at the same time, increase

the circulation of my newspaper.

An air race, gentlemen,

initiated, sponsored

and rewarded by the Daily Post.

An air race which will show that

Britannia not only rules the waves...

but intends, in future,

to rule the skies.

An air race between the two most

important capitals of the world-

London and Paris.

But that means flying

across the English Channel.

Well, of course it does.

That's the whole idea, Gascoyne.

Well, the French fellow

did it last year.

I presume some progress

has been made since then.

- Of course there has, sir.

- Very well.

I shall leave the details

to be worked out by my staff.. .

and you gentlemen

of the Royal Aero Club.

You, Gascoyne,

will be my liaison officer,

an aeronautical correspondent.

I shall expect you to go

aloft as often as possible.

Yes, sir. Um, may one ask

what the prize will be, sir?

10,000.

10,000?

Most generous, sir.

That should attract fliers

from all over the world.

That's the idea.

Nevertheless,

I shall expect the prize

to be won by an Englishman.

"Great London-Paris air race.

"Daily Post offers 10,000 prize.

Competitors will actually fly across

English Channel." That's not bad, eh?

Could you add, um, "Foreign

newspapers, please copy"?

That's already done there

at the bottom of the page.

- Here are some more invitations.

- Good.

You know, between these

invitations and the newspapers,

we should reach every

flying man in the world.

Emilio Ponticelli-

Italy.

Pierre Dubois

- Dieppe, France. France. Right.

Mademoiselle, s'il vous plat.

Monsieur Dubois!

Monsieur Dubois!

Monsieur Dubois!

Monsieur Dubois!

- Mon Dieu!

- Dear me.

Il est mort!

Oh, am I dead,

or am I dreaming?

Ah, merveilleuse.

You are so charming.

- What's your name?

- Brigitte.

Brigitte?

Oh, formidable.

Concussion.

Sir.

Monsieur, perhaps it is important.

It's from England.

Nom de chien!

250,000 francs?

- You?

- We must get down the machine.

- Yeah, What, me?

- Yes, you. Quick!

Read it, please.

"His Imperial Majesty

the Kaiser commands.. .

"that a German officer wins

the- the London-Paris air race.

You will make

arrangements accordingly."

- Rumpelstrosse.

- Herr Colonel?

Order another flying machine.

Jawohl, Herr Colonel,

another flying machine.

But there's no one else

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