(SA) 81-04-25 (x) Flight 603

Adventure! Tonight's exciting story by Ron Evans is called Flight 603. The Stratocruiser's Silverbird 2X6 took off from London for New York on time.

It was a calm, pleasant evening in July. In addition to a crew of seven, she carried 21 passengers, slightly less than one-fifth a normal compliment. And among these was the newly appointed Secretary of the World Peace Committee.

Pilot Captain Alex Ormston had no reason to expect trouble. This was routine stuff, this long trip across the Atlantic. It flown it a hundred times before. Nice time they must be having back there. Well the passengers.

Yes, give a plenty of room to stretch out. Anyone interesting? Well, Brenda says you better do your stuff with Eric Smistat. With who? Smistat, head of the world peace conference. You know, the press have been playing him up as the biggest hope of the world yet, putting out every cliche in the book.

Er devil. What do you say that? Because he'll fail. Can't help it, can he? Human nature being what it is. He's a clever character. Doesn't matter. Know who's lined up against a man like that?

You tell me. Bested interests tab. Line after line of vested interests. In other words, it's always going to pay someone to keep a war going somewhere. You've said it. You know, Skipper, flying hasn't put you up among the entrance.

That's right. Well, I'll go and do my stuff, must keep the paying customers happy. Oh, incidentally, there's an eight-year-old child back there, travelling alone, an orphan. Parents killed in Ireland. Give her a smile, too, skipper.

Little scrap looks as though she could do with it. And some here goes after. Okay, tab, keep her on George. By now, she ought to be able to fly herself home. The eight-thousand-ton freight are Mollie Hawks, plowing her cumbersome way through the Caribbean began a corkscreen motion. Sea had been piling on sea all day. For hours the sky had