The Air Pirate

THE COMMISSIONER OF AIR POLICE FOR GREAT BRITAIN RIDES TO PLYMOUTH IN GOOD COMPANY Nearly two years ago a leading London daily newspaper said: "The Government have assured us that...

FATE OF THE TRANS-ATLANTIC AIR-LINER "ALBATROS" There were a good many people in both the ante-room and the secretaries' room as I was led to Sir Joshua. I was immediately aware o...

"COLD-BLOODED PIRACY IN THE HIGH AIR" Pilot-commander Pring was a tall, lean, lantern-jawed officer, who, though of English nationality, had spent most of his life in America. His...

THE NEWSPAPERS IN FULL CRY You are to imagine, if you please, the private room of the Chief Commissioner of Air Police at Whitehall. A soft Turkey carpet of dull brick-reds and b...

THE FAMILIAR SPIRIT OF MR. VAN ADAMS At mid-day I had an appointment with the Home Secretary. He received me with the utmost kindness, and we had half an hour of highly confidenti...

MR. DANJURO, THINKING MACHINE, EXPLAINS HIMSELF "Won't you sit down?" I said foolishly. The little Japanese bowed politely and did so. I was at a loss what to say. My mind was in...

THE CURIOUS FIGHT IN THE RESTAURANT "It is a good deal to ask, Sir John," said Danjuro briskly, "but, for the moment, will you place yourself entirely in my hands?" "I am perfect...

THE HUNTING INSTINCT IS STIMULATED BY A PROCESSION The big car rolled down Piccadilly. She was a beauty to handle, as I discovered in the first two minutes. The very latest type o...

THE MAN WITH THE WICKED FACE On the morning after our arrival I stepped out of my bedroom window at Penzance and stood upon the balcony. Many times had I flown over Cornwall; nev...

SIR JOHN CUSTANCE COMES UPON THE HOUSE OF HELZEPHRON Mr. Trewhella was an elderly Cornishman, with welcoming manners, the native shrewdness of his race, but without guile. We got ...

"THE AIR WOLVES ARE HUNTING TO-NIGHT!" He made no comment, and did not interrupt me until I had completely finished, nor did his inscrutable face give any indication of what he th...

THE KILLING OF MICHAEL FEDDON The moon was in its last quarter, and shed a faint spectral light over the moor as I came quietly up to the first of the barbed-wire fences that surr...

THE SECRET THAT PUZZLED TWO CONTINENTS I stood looking down at Michael Feddon's body. I was stunned. For the man I had just killed I cared nothing, felt no emotion. I had saved hi...

THE AIR PIRATE AT LAST Vargus was silent now. Our feet made no noise upon the sandy floor of the cave. It was then that I heard something like a cat purring. Unconsciously I stop...

LED OUT TO DIE In relating what is immediately to follow I shall do so with as plain and unvarnished a narrative as my pen can command. You will read of what Constance and I endur...

THE HOUNDS FROM THIBET AND MR. VARGUS; WITH A DISCOVERY ON BOARD THE PIRATE They turned my chair so that I faced the mouth of the cave, which was some thirty yards away. The moon ...

THE MOMENT OF TRIUMPH I descended from the airship in silence. Danjuro followed me. Thumbwood was still on guard. The bundle that was Mr. Vargus lay upon the ground, and a face li...

THE GOLDEN DREAM The strangely-shaped propellers bit the air at once, the walls of the cavern, flooded with spectral light, slid backwards, and as the ship swerved round the curve...

LAST FLIGHT OF THE PIRATE AIRSHIP The station superintendent met me in the office, which was brilliantly lit and cooled by an electric fan. "I expect you're feeling pretty well d...