The Phantom Page #4

needing these any more.

- Your coffee, Miss.

- Thanks.

Guran, I'm leaving.

I'm going with Zak. What are you

listening to? "Junior G-Man"?

I wish it was. This is real.

The Pan Am Clipper has been

forced down over the ocean.

He'll do.

We want Diana Palmer.

We're prepared to kill all of you,

one by one, until she steps forward.

- No, please!

- I'm Diana Palmer.

So quickly. How disappointing...

Happy now?. Get a good look?.

- I'll stay on the radio, Captain.

- All right.

Wake me,

if there's any news.

Can't you ever come in

through the front door?.

It's too obvious. I like the window.

- It's good to see you, Phantom.

- Captain.

- We've had some trouble tonight.

- So I've heard. Any news?

The passengers were picked up

by a Portuguese fishing boat.

Everyone is safe, except one

young woman who was abducted.

Who?

She was on her way to see me,

oddly enough.

- Her name is Diana Palmer.

- Diana Palmer?.

From New York?.

Uncle owns the Tribune?

- That's right. How did you know?.

- I heard the name somewhere.

First those graverobbers

and now this.

- I only hope we can get her back.

- I'll see what I can do.

You'd better go out

the way you came in.

I have enough trouble

pretending you're not real.

Thanks, Zak.

Ghost Who Walks,

I remember they had aeroplane.

- Who, the bad men?

- A plane with boats for feet.

Boats for feet?

What, seaplanes? Seaplanes!

- Thanks for the help.

- Let's see her face.

She's sort of pretty

in a spoiled rich girl kind of way.

Who are you? Are you crazy?. Do you

realise how many laws you've broken?

Disruption of international

air transportation, abduction...

Piracy, kidnapping...

Oh! Feisty, too.

Shut up.

If this kidnapping is about money,

you won't get one cent.

Not one red cent!

I've got to report in now.

Somebody has a big interest in you.

Maybe when I get back,

you and I can spend some time alone.

Good work, Zak.

Now go back to the Rope People.

Stay away from bad guys.

Nice boots. Expensive, huh?

Not really.

Come on, we can talk.

It's just us girls.

Mind if I take a look?.

Quit that!

I was right.

Fifth Avenue, New York City!

Just my size, too.

What have we here?

All right, gentlemen, nobody...

Ladies, kindly pardon my error.

Don't move!

Oh, a love letter!

- What is this, a ship full of women?

- All my pilots are women.

Interesting. Excuse me.

- Who are you?

- A good Samaritan.

I bet you're better than good.

- I'll get the chance to find out...

- There's an old jungle saying:

"Never point a gun at someone,

because it might go off. "

Fast hands!

I like that in a man.

Tie her up.

Or don't...

It's personal.

- Let's go.

- Not so fast. Why should I go with you?

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