 Hi everyone, this is Chisholm. Welcome to my channel and welcome to another comic book we're reading. Today is, what is the date today? Today is April 26, 2021, and we're doing a live stream on Twitch where the chat basically decided out of four books that we wanted to read T-Man from 1952 from Quality Comics. This is considered to be the golden age of comics and we just recently bought this a few months ago, maybe two, three, four months ago, and we got a great deal on it. We paid I believe like ten dollars for it. I forget what the grade for this is. It was a low grade I believe, but we'll take a look at the grade on it. Okay, and it's a beautiful cover. The cover is very nicely intact. Let me take this out so we don't get the sheen off the mylar and then I have it in. Take off the tape so it doesn't snag on the comic when we pull it out. I usually always take off the tape. I mean the beauty of this thing is there's nothing. The cover is fully intact and let's check it out. It might be, it's in pretty good shape. This looks beautiful gang, beautiful. And like I said, this is T-Man number three. It came out in January 1952. Okay, cover is by Reed Crandall. Okay, and the pencils, the inside pencils are by Edmund Goode. Okay, and Edmund Goode was, it was pretty prolific, I believe, in the golden age of comics. Okay, and who's the other person? Edmund Goode, 20th century. Let me see what I got written up here. It was a 20th century Canadian illustrator, right? And that's one of the reasons which I found this cool as well. He was a Canadian artist, okay, and co-author of more than a dozen comic books during the golden age of comics. And there's another person that's worked on this, which is Harry Anderson. And Harry Anderson again was present during the golden age of comics, but he basically decided not to do any more comics. I believe in the mid-1950s. Okay, and Irving Steinberg has some work in this as well. But let's take a look at this. There isn't, I couldn't figure out who did the script for this, the writing for this. In terms of grade for this, right now, this looks very damn good, very good, very good indeed. And this would be more of a mid-grade. Okay, in this issue, an authentic case based on the files of the U.S. Treasury Department. And at the beginning of the live stream, there's a little bit of chunk missing here. Take a look, see that, right? See that. And at the beginning of this live stream with chat, we mentioned that this book came out in 1952, and the CIA, MI6 backed coup of a democratically elected government in Iran, where they installed a brutal dictatorship in Iran, took place in 1954, when the CIA and MI6 were basically overthrew the democratically elected government of Mozatec and installed the Shah. And this is from quality comics, right? So this comic came out two years before that overthrow took place, right? And one thing we noted is that in popular culture, in media, usually central governments, central power, ends up using a lot of different platforms to push an agenda where they try to program, brainwash their citizens into supporting certain wars and certain covert operations where they're destabilizing other parts of the world. And this is, as far as I'm concerned, very much related to that, right? And that's that occurs in the Golden Age of Comics, Silver Age of Comics, Bronze, Copper, Modern Age of Comics, that's taking place right now as well, not just through comic books, but through television series, music, movies, newspapers, everywhere in our society, you will find propaganda, death trap in Iran, a pulsating Pete Truss thriller, right? And those of you that know anything about Iran, you'll know that this isn't really Iranian headgear. This is a more Turkish style of headgear, but we haven't had read the story. Maybe the story begins in Turkey and continues in Iran, how to fix any part of any car, cool, nice, ignition, oil filter, generator, carburetor, motors, auto repair manual, very cool, very cool. I don't think we've seen an auto repair manual, right? Free seven day trial. Take a look, free seven day trial. So basically learn how to become a mechanic, covers every job on every car built from 1935 through 1951. Very cool. Remember, this came out in 1952, right? If you're looking for a manual that does this now for every car that's created, for how long is this? 20 minus four. So for 16 years, I think you would need, you would need, I don't know what you would need. And this is a very nice copy, very nice copy, right? Very nice copy. So that was mistaken. I didn't pay a low grade. I might have paid a very low grade price for this, but this is definitely not low grade. This is mid grade, easy, right? So let's have a read through this, okay? And just so you know, the people that have worked on this, the cover is done by Reed Crandall. Beautiful cover, by the way. Beautiful cover, okay? Their stories, the pencils are done by Edmund Good, inks by Joe Kerta, okay, legendary golden age artist. Edmund Good has done work in this, Harry Anderson has done work in this, and Irvin Steinberg has done work in this. Let's look at that. Usually we're taking a look at the advertisement on the back of the front cover, and we're getting a raid from Professor EXP. Welcome, Reed on Twitch. 10th anniversary special featuring guaranteed quality rings and watches. Free 10-day trial. There's a lot of free 10-day trials here, right? Interesting. What's the price on some of these? Genuine imported Swiss ladies watch, special 895. Beautiful feminine with silk cord brand jeweled price. Very cool. And there's a lot of people out there that collect watches as well. And some of those watches are pretty expensive. Let's look at the fine, read the fine print here again. Let's see what this is all about. Team at January 1952, number three, published by Monthly by Comic Magazines, 163 Pratt Street, Maryland, Connecticut, Executive Offices, 578 Summer Street, Stamford, Connecticut, Everett M. Arnold, General Manager, Alfred Grenett, Editor, Richard Arnold, Associate Editor, yearly publications, six copies, 90 cents, foreign dollar 50, applications for entry, a second-class matter pending at the Post Office, Married in Connecticut under the Act of March 3, 1879, the characters and events pictured herein are entirely fictitious. The publisher accepts no responsibility for unsolicited materials, editors and editorial and advertising offices, 347 Madison Avenue. Wow, it's Madison Avenue, New York, 17 New York, copyright 1951 by Comic Magazines, printed in the USA. Very cool, very cool. What's this got? No, the cover is very nicely intact. This is a really nice great copy, gang. I like it. I like it. Very good, very good. Gang, should we just start reading? Let's start reading. We're not even going to flip through this. There is a handful of stories here, I believe, so let's just go through. There might be two to three stories here. Okay, and I've never read a T-Man comic book. This is my first T-Man comic book as far as I can recollect in my collection, so very cool. T-Man, has to say. You think this is trouble? Ha, just stick around and see the things that can happen to an innocent T-Man when his back is turned. With Britain and Russia scrambling for control of Iran's oil fields, anything could happen, and I thought I was ready, but even with my crazy experiences, I'd never figured on finding myself. Trouble's double. It's actually talking about the politics of the time. Control over Iran's oil, and at the time, gang, Britain had control of Iran's oil. Okay, just so you know, in the as-shall hotel near Iran's great oil fields, a week of secret diplomatic meetings draws to a close. Then we are agreed on the terms of a treaty, Mir Reza. We are agreed, agreed, Effendi. The British and Americans may have the exclusive rights of our oil production. I sign because you have proved yourself friends of Iran. You respect our laws and customs, as others do not. He says, after all, Mir Reza, are we not seeking to promote the dignity of all mankind? That is the way a free world would have it. Either the British or the Americans says that, look at the big cigar he has. He's got a cigar in his hand right there. Big fat cat. But hopefully it's a Cuban cigar. Suddenly, hold it, mop top. I'll take that scrap of paper. What, who are you? Trask is the name. Trump Pete Trask, U.S. Treasury Department. My orders are to break this up. But good. Man, are you insane? Has your government gone mad? He says. Just smart. Why should we split oil when we can bring a few troops and take it all? Stick around, bub. I've got a present for you. Whoa, already loving this comic. Crazy. What the? Here, rag head. Take this little fellow home and barbecue him for breakfast. What a peg. The insult beyond. All insults to a Muslim. I think they spelled Muslim wrong. My God. Lunatic madman. Wait until your government slaps him in the face. Take it up with Washington kiddo and see how far you get. Whoa. Oh my God. This is the most intense page ever. Wait a second. But what was the deal? We are agreed, Effendi. The British and Americans may have the exclusive rights to our oil production. What is going on on this page? This is, wow. I need to collect this whole series. This is insane. Are you hurt, Sir Glenn? Mir Riza, you must not this halt the treaty. You must not this halt the treaty. What? Treaty infidel dogs. I'll sign my treaty with the Soviet. Be glad. I don't order your heads to fall for this insult. He's like tearing up the treaty. There were lots of things wrong. There were lots of things went, lots of things wrong with what happened in Iran. But the chief one was that I was 10,000 miles away the night it happened. Okay. Let's check this out. Yo, look at that baby fight. Sam is doing some catching fish. Him. Nice fish. Eat good with bacon. Just think. Five whole days with nothing to do with fish. Plain come. Fly heap fast. Heep low. What language is this guy speaking? It was an army jet and he was hot. He buzzed us twice and then let us have it. A message streamer. A message streamer. Oh no. There goes my fishing trip. So I'm assuming he's the real agent that this guy's pretending to be, right? Let's check this out. So that was that. I had no idea what was up, but I knew it was serious. U.S. Treasury Department, Pete. Imperative. You fly from, you fly Iran at once. World peace in balance. Contact Lacy, a brush, a brush off field office. Douglas chief. It was 28 miles to the nearest landing field. I made it in 26 minutes over a goat track. Anybody say Indian don't scare? Him crazy. Like fool. This Indian heaps scared. A day later, when we came in over, um, Abra, Abra shot her. I still didn't know what lay behind my urgent summons. I hid for our field office by way of the hotel. Fuzz. Fawaz. To leave my bag. Suddenly, huh? Hotel Fawaz. So there you are. You two timing double crossing wolf. Someone's been impersonating him. Look at this. Even with the ladies. Must be with the ladies. It is indeed. It's the lady in the cover. Oh, are you speaking to me? Gorgeous. I'm not speaking to Paul Revere or Revere's horse. Your ears are too long, Pete Trask. Slap. Well, I'll be an odd Varks uncle. I never saw that babe before in my life. He says I pulled my jangle wits together and walk to our field office. Hello chief. What in blazes up now? Are numbers up if you can't straighten out a mess, Pete? Come on in and watch your step. It is he, the defiler of the faithful. That's the blighter who struck me. That's the blighter who struck me. My government demands his immediate arrest and trial. I'm assuming that's the British rep. Take it easy, boy. Did you, did you or didn't you attack these gentlemen in the hotel Fawaz two nights ago? Are you nuts? Two nights ago I was camping in the Rockies and I've got the mosquito bites to prove it. Then for the first time I got the whole cockeyed story so far as our department knew it. So somebody's impersonating you, Pete, to insult our friends and block that oil treaty. He must be found. You're telling me the louse even muscled in on my love life and that's going too far, Pete says. It took a lot of talking but we finally got what might be laughingly called chance. Just hold off until I find this egg, sir. You'll know which of us is which by his black eye. Very well. The Iranians, I'm assuming that's supposed to be Iranian guy. Iranians don't wear very seldom. Wow, no, I guess some do. Very well. You have 24 hours. Find this impostor and prove your fantastic story and I will consider the treaty. 24 hours, he says. How generous can you get? Stop beefing. That's 24 hours more than I thought we'd get. Just get out and perform miracles. Find a lead somehow, he says. Pal, I've got a lead with a shape like Venus and a slap like a mule's kick. Be suing, be seeing, suing you, suing you. Pete says. At a time like this, he can think of girls. I could think of one girl, the one who might lead me to my deadly double. Thanks. She came out of the Hawas. If I can find her, she can tell me how she met the rat who pretended to be me. She's American, about five feet to blue eyes. But, Effendi, you asked about Ms. Lorna Marcy only 10 minutes ago and I told you then, room 412. Suddenly, I was cold all over. I say old chap pushes the guy away. One side, Buster. This is life or death, he says. This was no time for a polite knock. I hit the door on a 412 with everything I had. That rat knows I'm in town and knows she could spill his beans for him. If I'm too late, smack. Goes through the door. Look at this. Assassins on. He's doubles right there. Nice. Fuck. Trust. Get him quietly. You're welcome to try, he says. Strike quickly, Rasma. There must be no outcry. This will, oops, let me take that before you cut yourself stupid. Oh, you grabbed his wrist. That's actually one thing you're supposed to do when you're in a fight with a grabbed hand, I believe, that has the knife. Ah, my wrist. You heard what the boss told you. Smack. This will keep you both quiet. One punch knockout. What's this about? Now you imitation of a, oh, he's got a gun too. Wait, Mr. Trask. Trask, if you make one move, I will throw caution to the winds and destroy this dangerous witness. You win for the moment let the girl go, hero. Do not do no such thing, Vashil. Your bungling has caused enough trouble already. Oh, I wonder who this is. Who's this? Who's this? Well, well, Fidor Kogaav. So you're behind this cute trick, exactly Trask. The idea was born to me the day I saw Vashil and realized how he resembled you. I've been training him. Don't get muscle bound, Patty, your own back coggy. You couldn't fool anybody in the department. Naturally not. But after you and the girl vanish, he can insult Iran once more and our work will be done. I wonder which country he's supposed to be representing. My wonder. Wake up bungling dogs, sons of camels. Take these two to my headquarters and see that they utter no sound. A knife against the girl's throat should do it. Comrade, indeed the Russian's trust is a chivalrous fool who does not want her harmed. Don't mind me, but that's the nicest thing I ever heard said about a man, the girl says. Chin up, honey. Maybe you will get a chance to uncork that slap on a better cheek. Oh, then I slapped the wrong man. I'm so confused, she says. Silence, bring them quiet quickly. While the hall is empty of prying eyes, he says. I'd wondered how Kovak, Kogaav, figured to get us out of the hotel. It was a shock when I got the answer. In the elevator, you two, my headquarters are on the top floor and do not expect help. My country quietly bought the Fawa's hotel some time ago and my men are everywhere, he says. There was a sticky stick holding the spring gate of the elevator open. My urge to kick some something got too strong to resist, so I kicked. There was a tight spring on that gate and it caught Kogaav neatly. Ugh, help. Oh, if I only had a custard pie, she says. This is like the old school elevators, it was a sliding door in front. Never mind, honey. This is the same idea. Only smearer, smearer. Kogaav was too sore to be cautious now. Outside, a gun opened up and I went into a power dive too fast to enjoy the scenery. Bang, bang. Oh, the girl's skirt being up. Hang on, kitten. Here we go. Eek. Oh, that's the elevator. See the little handle? So he's pushing the elevator down real fast. We hit the main floor and started out. Run for the street and ew. Kogaav must have slid down the banister. Oh, is he firing a gun? I think he's firing a gun. Bang. There are telephones in the halls. We would call the desk. We shot back to the third floor and burst out. Can we start a fire or something to draw them off? Afraid to, pet. This is a legitimate hotel. We might trap all folks or children. Come on. Back into the elevator. Quick. Pizzas. Kill them. Don't let them escape. Bang. You're stopping between floors, Mr. Trask. Pete to you, sugar. Pete to you, sugar. And this is our only hope. They have enough goons to cover every floor in this fully trap. Come on. I've jammed the controls. So the cage is locked here. Locked there. I hope this is the only way out. I'm with you to the bitter end, Pete, she says. Quiet now. If they don't hear the elevator moving, they won't know where we are. I've got a slim, I've got a slim gamble in mind, he says. I can climb. You go ahead, she says. I'm gambling that Kogov left my double vestial to guard the fourth floor with only five slugs in my gun. I'm with you. I can bite and kick a scratch, she says. They're about to open it up. The door to the fourth floor from the elevator shaft. That was a pretty good hunch on him. Our Lady Luck was still riding with her favorite son. The guy's still smoking. Brother, I wish I had time to enjoy this. It's beautiful, Pete. The girl's sharing him on. Someone's coming up the stairs. Quick, fall down and keep still. Play it the way I deal the cards. Karma, Kogov, quickly. I have captured the filthy spies. Good work, Vashil. We will take no more chances. We'll kill them and throw their bodies down the elevator shaft, he says. You wouldn't want to bet on that, wouldn't you, fatty? You're trash. Kogov started to swear and I slapped his face. Absent-mindedly for getting the 45 automatic in my hand. Smack, sit down and shut up. Screwball, arc. The other one, I'll kill. Oh, grab his gun, Lorna. Look at this. Look out, Pete. Nice work, Kitten. There was a scattered fuselage of shots from below and then the chief came galloping to the rescue. Where were you when I really needed you, Pete says? Pete, you're okay. We were trying to get in. The rats had the doors barricaded when the shooting started. Kicks the gun. Stop mourning, Vashil. Back in Russia, you'd be shot for getting messed up with a girl when you were on the job. I hope they send them back. The slimy rat, she says. Kicks him. Mereza came, saw and apologized. An oil treaty was signed. Then and there. Mr. Trask, I owe you an apology if there is anything my country can do for you. While now, you mention it, sir, there might be, he says. What does he want? Stand, stand by to phone your best hospital. Hospital. I'm about to try to kiss a lady who saved my life, but I know from experience what kind of slap she can hand out. What a crazy story. That first page was insane and the whole premise of this thing. Right? And this is present day politics right now. Wow, wow, wow. Crazy, crazy. Let's read the second story game. Let's read the second story. Let's see who they're trash talking now. Let's check this out. The case of the narcotics smuggler. Look at this. Look at this. The case of the narcotics smuggler. A true case adapted from the files of the U.S. Treasury Department. Indeed indeed. Let's see what this is about. If you want action, excitement, danger, become a U.S. Treasury agent, the tea man goes everywhere, does everything and all too often. Death dances at his side, but you have to be a man of versatile talents and no fear to get on this force. Follow the thrill packed adventures of narcotic agent Oscar. Oscar W. Polkac as he hurdles into the ambush at Woodbine. Check. In May of 1947, customs officers learned of a huge narcotics ring operating in Calexo on O.N. A Calexo on the border. I was reading that O.N. as in Ontario. I'm going Calexo. Calexo on the border. Calexo on the border. Border bar. Rio Club. Heading the ring was dapper Jesus Demara. Self-styled Al Capone of Baja California. He's a big Hollywood narcotics buyer. Want. Watch him. Maybe we can unload something on him. See Jesus. But if we do, we must shoot the competition. They are all after him. Posing as the big Hollywood buyer was Oscar W. Polkac, top notch narcotics agent. As you see, I have the cash for the opium I ordered, he says. Buena. It is good. The delivery will be made on schedule senior. But Polkac's order of opium was fees seized by custom officers as it was being delivered from Mexico. Eva Perez Cruz, your under arrest for transportation of narcotics. No, no. I tell you, I know nothing about that opium in my car. It's funny. Suspicious of Polkac, the smugglers made many false appointments to test him. Coyote Spring, the fifth time they've left me holding the sack. Checking me, of course, he says. Finally, on June 22nd, the break came. So they're going to deliver 135, five tail cans of opium to me tonight at Woodbine Check. That's right. Woodbine Check. This may be it, boys. So get over here fast. Early that evening in a garage, Polkac and other customs men make plans. Doubt, they'll be watching, so I've got to go, go it alone, boys. That's suicide, Oscar. I say a couple of us will ride in the back of your car and we'll send a couple of boys out to that old building a few hundred yards from the rendezvous. Maybe a good plan. I've got a funny hunch that mob is up to something, he says. Oh, look at that. They've taken the seat out of the car. So they're going to hide down there. Covered with this blanket and suitcases, you'll look just like a pile of luggage. Only bad thing is we'll be blind till the action begins. Just after seven, Polkac hid it for Woodbine Check and possible death. I ought to be there about now, he says. A tunnel, I guess. No, no, he's just driving. Woodbine Check is on the All-American Canal, which is right on the border. A great spot for an ambush in case those dope peddlers have any idea. Three of them are armed to the teeth. Two. Well, it's my first move. Lights up a cigarette. Buenas dias, senors. Did you bring the goods? We brought it. And you, senor, you brought the money? I think it's best if we put the stuff in the car, senor. De marra. Then I'll pay you. As you say, senor. Sorry, de marra. We're taking over. Come out, boys, he says. Why, you, it's a double cross. Devils. I might have known it was a trick. Drop your gun, de marra. Or we'll drop you. It was a vivid duel in darkness. Zing, zing, zing, bang, bang. Down, boys. A couple of guns with rifles have joined the fight. Yeah, I thought I heard a 30-caliber slam. There they are. It is good that Jesus had us come. I'll get one. Bang, bang. But the rifle then spoke too soon. That'll stop your smuggling days for a while. Bam. Shoot some. The two customsmen who had hid in a nearby building joined the battle. Get down, Oscar. They'll riddle you. Glad you're here, boys. They must have suspected us from the first and laid an ambush. We'll never nab them this way. Let's spread out. Flank them. I'll take the left. Zing, zing, zing. Yike. One of those slugs stunned my ear. Oh, right top of the ear right there. Zing. He's dodging those blows pretty good. Look at that. Shouts coming from everywhere. From the trajectory on that. It's coming from behind, from the side, from the front. Good thing they haven't got a Tommy gun. Zing, zing, zing. One of the smugglers appeared to welcome capture. Honest, senior. I never fire the shot. I surrender. But please don't kill me. All right. I'll just snap the cuffs on you and take you back to the car. He's putting his handcuffs on. A half hour later, the fight was over and only one man in custody. Three of them yelled so they must have been hit. Well, we might as well get back to town. At least we have the opium, he says. Later in Calexo, 10 bullet holes in the old crate in the car, huh? And that's a hired car. Boy, well this costs you plenty. I take it snapshots of the car. So, police chief Juan Adarga got assassinated because he refused to give the smugglers safe contact across the border and they retaliated by machine gunning him. On July 2nd, 1947, two months after the battle, six of the smugglers were indicted, indicted, indicted, indicted. How brutal. Did you get them all, Mr. Polkash? We believe at least two of them died of gunshots. Jesus de Mara, the leader, got away and is still a fugitive. Breaking an narcotics ring is routine stuff with Oscar Polkash, T-man. We'll get Durma de Mara someday. The Treasury Department has long arms and lots of them. They call that Hydra. That's probably the most accurate description of the Treasury Department. It's Hydra. And for those of you that are following Marvel Comics and stuff with Captain America and Winter Soldier and Falcon, Falcon Winter Soldier. What's this one? Let's check this out. That's cool. That's a gigantic clam. T-man. Let's see how many more stories there are. So we got T-man. Let's read the description of this one. I think we got time for one more reading. And this is the center. It's really nicely intact, the staples. So this is a very good copy. Like, better than very good. It's like 5.5 grade. What does this subscription say? Like, the US Marines, a Treasury agent, is supposed to be ready for any emergency, on land or sea or in the air. That's okay with me as long as I've got a chance to hit back when the fight starts. But deliver me from any more saltwater shindigs that send me down under the briny, briny to face death in the deep. Death in the deep. Let's check this out. So that's one story. Death in the deep. Oh, look at this. Black Hawk. Advertisement for Black Hawk. Nice. This is a very sought after comic series. Okay. You would have been smart to buy these. A great action. Magazine, alive with excitement. As timely as today's headline. Fast becoming the most popular comic magazine in America. On sale every month. What does that say? January issue on sale October 24th. The mightiest adventures with the greatest heroes of them all, the Black Hawks. I don't know if that's from a cover. I'm assuming it would be one of the covers. The Deathly Hawks of Horror. So what is this one? I think this is the last story. Let's read the description of this one. T-Man. Join the Treasury Department and see the world. Oh sure. Off season. Down in the valleys of southern France. People were sweltering in the sun. And where was I? Where else but high up in the Alps? Alps Mountains. Freezing my neck off while a mob of very nasty foreign agents plotted to give me a quick freeze with hot lead. A quick freeze with hot lead. Let's see if this is the last story. If this is the last story, we're gonna read this. Yeah, let's read this one gang. The last story of the book. So we're skipping one story in this. Wow, look at this. They're tying a rope across from where he's skiing. Right. Never do this to anyone. That would hurt. And I believe this is done by the artwork is Irving Irving Steinberg did the art for this one. It was late last October that the Legresse Geneva Express burst out of the Montchart tunnel in the French Alps. And hit a loosen rail on the 100 foot trestle over Charest Gorge. Mundu. Oh, look at that. The result was a horror beyond description. Oh no. 100 feet up in the air. Can't be good. I saw the wreckage about noon flying over it with Mack layered of our Switzerland field office. It wasn't pretty. And somewhere down there Pete is Vito Fiora, our Naples agent with a briefcase full of data hot enough to blow up half of Europe. The red knew he had it. They'll be after it too. You've got to find Vito and get the case to me in Geneva. I'll find them Mack dead or alive and I'll get the data he says. Another lady in the scene. As I walk towards the camp, an angel in white white barred my path. Sorry, but if you're not a doctor or an aid man, you'll have to turn back. We're too busy to let viewers in. I don't blame you, honey, but this is official. A tea man. Can I help you, Mr. Trask? I'm Hilda. Maybe you can, Hilda. One of our men was on the train. I've got to find him or his body in a rush. The dead were piled in the snow. It wasn't always easy to tell what they look like in life. As near as I can tell, Vito's body isn't here. Then he may be among the injured in the hospital tent. Come along if you if you can take it. I almost couldn't take it. There must be pleasanter ways to make a living. Not there, I don't think. Then follow me, believe it or not. Quite a few people survived with no more than bruises, she says. Another blank Hilda. That leaves only two possibilities. It may take hours to get all those bodies out. There's another aid station half a mile down where the front cars landed. Your man might be down there, she says. Oh, Gus, how about a lift down to the base? Sure, Hilda. Climb in. You too. Two should be double O's. Or you too. There was a litter of luggage all over the snow. My chances of finding one small briefcase looked about zero minus. Have they started collecting baggages yet? No. That will come after the people have been taken care of, he says. We were almost to the bottom when I spotted the battered figure of a man crawling from a coach window. Hold it. That poor devil looks familiar. Stop, Gus. It was Vito Fiora. Vito, it's Pete Trask. Where's the briefcase? In there, under seat, he says. I've got it. Good. Hand it over, Mr. Trask. It was kind of you to find it for us, haha. What? And I walk right into it with my big, stupid face hanging out. Oh, he was played. He was played. Okay, here it is. Throws it out of bang. Oh, and here's a five knuckle bonus to go with it. Let me get at the capitalist dog. The other guy says, you got, you got at me, Buster. Now what? Trust just keeps on grabbing their wrist, say? Interesting. Now I will kill you in a moment, the Russian says. I still hadn't figured out the whole score until Sweet Hilda bent a gun barrel over my dumb skull. Oh, stupid, boggling, boggling fools, an ox in the head. I wasn't out, but my muscles were on strike. Let me kill the burgo dog and bring the gendarmes, bring the gendarmes with a shot. Let him go. We have what we came for, she says. But that Trask is a dangerous enemy to leave alive. You are taking orders from me after your stupidity in wrecking the train here. You cannot be trusted, get in full. Do not try to move. You are hurt. Only my pride, doc. Take care of my friend here. He really needs help. I had to move fast. This was no time to play it cautious. Here are my credentials. I've got to catch those three. They've caused the wreck and stole vital papers. They will not get far, Monsieur. There is no road down there, only a footpath to the ski lift at Mount St. Clair. Mount St. Clair. This man will survive if he can be taken to the hospital at once, the doctor says. You take care of Vito. I'll borrow somebody's skis and go after those red rats myself, he says. I couldn't compete with experts, but I've done enough skiing to get around. Once they have to abandon the jeep, I'll catch up fast. And when I do, he thinks. Now, there are foot, and the advantage is on my side. My knuckles are itching for another crack at those jaws. There they go, riding the ski lift. Hilda, it is that trust I told you we should have taken care of him. This time, I will not fail. Hey. Oh, he's on there with the skis. That's right. Oh, you pick my kind of game. That time, chump. Matt Moselle. Monsieur, you have reservations, no? They got up to the top. To bargain. Show him your reservations, Gus. Sure, Hilda. I'll even let him feel it. Sacramond. What is the meaning of this? Pushes him off the toboggan. The name of a pipe. They still are sled. Come back. Cochones. Return at once. Wait, Monsieur. There is no ski trail down this side. Sorry, friend, but I can't wait. Pete comes in. I'll make my own trail, he says, chasing the toboggan. Oh, it's a, what do you call it? It's a toboggan run. Like a lose or something, right? Cool. Once I caught sight of my quarry down inside the ice walls of the toboggan run, the rest of the time, I was too busy. And to think some idiot do this, do this and call it fun. I'm taking the jump. Ski balls. There they go. If I, if I break something on this last slope, I only hope it isn't my slugging arm. Gus, you're a gun. Kill the T-man. Hell, that's sass. I thought I couldn't stop, but a buried rock caught me different. Taught me different. Oh, look at that. It comes out of his boots. Here I come. Ready or not, 1952 skis. I will escape. I will not be stopped. Look at the grin on his face. He's all happy. I will kill you myself, Hilda says. Yikes. I lost my gun somewhere in the snow. Snowball in the face move. I snatched, snatched for the handiest weapon, a chunk of frozen snow. This was kid stuff where I come from, baby. In the face. I'll take over, over now, sugar pie. You can take orders from me. A filthy capitalist pig, she says. Look at this. Maybe I've got a mean streak, but I enjoyed myself then. Mush on. You egg heads faster. It's 12 miles to town, and I'm late for a date with the cops. That's how they roll. That's how they roll. Fun. I want to try to get more, my hands are more of these. So it's detached from the top stable. Okay. Maybe we ended up doing that through the reading. Okay. But while worth it, while worth it, it's still attached to the bottom staple. Okay. So either through this reading or, or, or what not, the top stable got detached. Right. I will show you how to learn radio, television, servicing or computer communication by practicing and spare time. Nice. Well, I should show you that. Sorry. Your practice radio communication. Fun. Play Red Hot. Play Red Hot harmonic music in eight minutes flat. Look at that. Harmonics is awesome. I love harmonica. I used to have one. Sure, it's flat. Pick out any melody automatically. Adds chords. No notes to read. Cool. And gang, this first page here, that was insane. This has got to be, this page here has got to be, this has got to be one of the craziest, craziest panels ever. Here, rag head, take this little fellow home and barbecue him for breakfast. I pick the insult beyond all insults to a Muslim. Crazy. What the hell? Like, like crazy, crazy, crazy. Fun read. Fun read. T-man number three from 1952, two years before the democratically elected government of Iran was overthrown by a MI6 and CIA-backed coup to take control of Iran's oil. Crazy, crazy, crazy. Aside from that gang, I'm going to go back to the chat. We are live streaming this and see what people thought about it. See what people thought about it. Right?