The Avengers: The Journey Back

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Extraordinary.

To have that impact,

he must have weighed 10 tons.

Or be travelling 100 miles an hour.

-Roller skates?

-I don't think he was wearing any.

Maybe he was practicing his ski jump.

Launched himself over there...

-...flewthrough the air...

-Forgot to apply his brakes.

No explanation at all.

Whatever it was, it was very nasty.

.

I'm Cynthia Wentworth-Howe,

top-hush secretary.

-How do you do?

-Top-hush?

assistants come in four grades.

Confiidential,

secret, most-secret and top-hush.

You've reached the top of your profession.

Not quite.

My ambition is to achieve

the special category of button-lip.

The pinnacle of secrecy.

Not a syllable passed on before being

vetted, examined, coded, and cleared.

But to business.

I must assist you in any way I can.

Good.

Let's start with the man who got plastered.

We assistants don't approve of levity.

The gentleman in question

was Dr. Charles Grey.

a.D, mem. of Royal Institution, C.B.E.

R.I.P.

Dr. Charles Grey was a brilliant

and respected scientist.

In electronic development for the Ministry.

His work was specialised...

...and of a highly secret nature.

Electric fans?

Pardon?

This diagram is of an electric fan.

Specialised and highly secret?

We better look in the safe.

What?

Dr. Grey's safe.

We'd like to look at his papers.

-His secret papers?

-You have the right idea.

You'll have to sign a chit.

In triplicate.

The three-headed bureaucrat.

Grey wasn't killed for the plans

of a fiiendishly new electric fan.

Still warm.

Be warned, if you take any papers...

...there'll be a dispensation from security.

No need to bother.

That's a neat trick.

Burn the inside of a safe...

...while it's locked on the outside.

What were the papers?

I suppose they were the details

of Project 90.

-Pardon?

-Project 90.

Sounds more interesting.

I've no idea what it was.

It was abandoned months ago.

They overspent their budget

with no results.

-They?

-This was the team.

They were based

at Risely Dale Research Centre.

It's been closed down, too.

You recognise Dr. Grey, of course.

That's Dr. Creswell, Mr. Mankin,

Mr. Jubert, and poor Mr. Bryant.

He fell out of a window last week.

-Badly hurt?

-Mortally. The twelfth floor.

That leaves Mankin, Creswell, and Jubert.

That has a fiine Gallic ring to it.

and your French is impeccable.

au revoir.

Don't forget to return the key.

Mr. Jubert.

You missed lunch again.

You should eat something.

Call the generator room.

Tell them there's something wrong

with their power supply.

Did you get the generator room?

Miss Clarke?

-What happened?

-I was hoping you could tell me.

I'm not sure.

I came out to use the phone and...

...there was someone here.

a man, I think.

and a sound.

-a strange sort of sound.

-Strange. How?

What kind of sound?

It was... Weird.

Like that.

.

You don't happen to be carrying

a large brandy, do you?

I'm travelling light. What happened?

You all right?

It happened like...

I haven't the faintest idea.

It was something to do with a door.

No, doors that bite back.

It was a car door.

It was around here.

a blue van.

and it bit you.

I went to open the rear door...

...and then bingo, a galaxy of stars.

Then oblivion.

You think someone came up behind you?

I'm sure they didn't.

I remember there was a very odd noise.

-What kind of noise?

-Very odd. It's hard to describe.

-Like that?

-Yes, like that.

Maurice Jubert's secretary heard it, too.

The late Maurice Jubert.

He's dead.

It seems we're on the right track.

That's about all.

Could it have been a woman,

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