36xxxx 021 A Different Formula

Again, G-47 has shown his power on euclidea, the magic island of the South Seas. When Jerry Hall started off the homing pigeon to Johnson on the rescue boat, things looked very bright. The pigeon was released at midnight, and at eight in the morning the Gregory party was sure that all was well, and that the pigeon had reached the other boat. As they were discussing

their chances of escape in the soundproof cabin on the yacht, the mad scientist, G-47, walked in with the pigeon in his hand. G-47 has just left the cabin after telling them that the pigeon was stopped by gas in the ring of fog surrounding the island. Well, I guess that's the end of it. Oh mother, is there no hope at all? Very little my dear. You heard what G-47 said, his

assistants are working now on the formula they took from the leg of that pigeon and when they have successfully compounded it, our lives will be worth nothing. Golly, whiskers, Text. Hey, text. What are you thinking about?

How to get this pigeon or the other ones through that ring of fog and gas that guards the island. But can you do it in time to be of any help captain? G-47 and his men will be working rapidly on that formula.

And when they complete it, I think it will be too late to help us then. No text isn't. There's something we can do. I'm afraid not. There's no chance for these birds to fly through that gas ring.

They'll never fail to use a gas ring as long as they have a chance of trying everything else waiting their text you act like you're not paying attention to us at all quit worrying about getting them messy through the Johnson he can't get here in time to save us anyhow Jerry's right text what we've got to do is try some