Phantom Raiders

Not bad... but not perfect.

Perfect! He's always talking

perfect. Such a guy I never did see.

If that ain't the best knife-thrower

in Colon, show me better Mr Taurez.

Gladly.

Looks like we each owe Al

a thousand pesos Gunboat.

In that.

Humiliating, that's

what it is. Humiliating.

Come on Gunboat, come on. Remember

our less fortunate friends.

Birds and animals.

Going out for a bit of air.

You may leave when I tell

you to. Sit down please.

Gunboat, mix Mr Morris

a drink. Oh sure, Al.

Birds and animals.

Say Al, how can a bird

spend a thousand pesos?

When you have time Gunboat,

sit down and figure it out.

Hello? Speaking.

Yes, Mr Ramsell.

Of course you may talk.

I've just spoken to the

Matlock. About ten minutes ago.

Yes, she was exactly

227 miles offshore at ..

Miss Barnes, please.

I'm sorry. I didn't know it

was a private conversation.

Hello. Hello Taurez.

I think we should proceed

with a little more caution.

Lewellyn's London office may discover

that there's no raider off the coast.

If they should send someone down

here to investigate. I would ..

Yes Al.

Draw up the papers for

the insurance claim please.

Mr Morris will present

himself in the morning.

Adis.

Al, before you go.

Just moment, please,

Gunboat.

Oh yes, Al.

I want you to take a

walk around the block.

What again? I took a walk last week.

You do want to make

me happy, don't you?

Oh sure, Al. It's my

one ambition in life.

Then please.

Okay Al.

Only when I meet somebody and they sound

off with "hiya Gunboat, where you going?".

And I say I'm just walking around the

block, they look at me like I'm barmy.

It's humiliating I

tell you, humiliating.

Well Steve... the SS Matlock

is beyond the territorial limit.

Outward bound with a

cargo of bagged wheat.

According to the manifest of

the Morris Shipping Company.

Now listen to me. Do we

have to do it this way?

Ten thousand bags of sand.

Worth less than a thousand dollars. An old

crate of a ship ready for the bone-yard.

And it's going to pay us a half

a million dollars in insurance.

Can you think of a better way?

I'm thinking of the men on the ship.

Quiet, quiet please. you're

frightening my little friends.

Don't worry little fellow.

Is the Matlock going to disappear

like the other two ships?

That's right Steve.

This set will shortly send

out a high-frequency impulse.

It's tuned in on those 3 radio receivers

that we presented to the ship's crew.

Through the "Al Taurez

Seamen's Association"?

Exactly... In each receiver

there is a powerful explosive.

And when the high-frequency

wave reaches a certain pitch ..

The bombs go off and the

ship's blown up with all aboard.

Exactly. And we collect a half million.

Not this time Al.

Scotland Yard, of course? Right.

And I'm going back with

you, and you. And Ramsell.

Well.

I suppose it had to end some time.

I didn't want to do this Steve.

Al had me. A gambling debt.

Please Mr Morris, no hysterics.

Do you want me to

call the Police, Steve?

I can handle that detail myself.

Drop your gun.

I'll take that please.

Wait outside.

Just compose yourself Steve.

It will take a few seconds

for the tube to warm up.

When the arrow on this

dial hits twenty ..

[ humming noise ]

Don't worry sonny, we're almost 250

miles out now. If the radio was around ..

Poor devils.

Well Mr Donnegan.

Knowing you and working with

you has been a great pleasure.

You may leave now.

And Steve... you forgot your knife.

Well, I walked around the block.

Kiss.

Did you ever see such a

soft-hearted guy as Al?

Llewellyn's of London, Colon

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