36xxxx 018 Pigeons Released

48 hours on the Magic Island, 48 hours in a strange scientific colony called Euclidea. The cabins of the Gregory Yacht are now completely lined with the sound and light-proof cloth of the island. The Gregory Party can talk in privacy, as the delicate recording instruments of the scientists cannot penetrate the opaque cloth of their own manufacture.

G-47, Mad Genius of the Island, has allowed Mrs. Gregory, her daughter and friends, to remain aboard their yacht, tied to the island. and Bradford Mrs. Gregory, Joan and Jerry are grouped in the radio cabin of the yacht.

It is midnight. They're third midnight at the island. Well, what do you think of your new suit, Jerry? Oh, it's all right, I guess, but Mrs. Gregory isn't so hot as a tailor. I'm sorry, Jerry, but it will do for our purpose.

You look quite nice in the suit of Euclidean kelp cloth. I think, Jerry. There you are, Jerry. Joan likes it. So you're all right. Oh, I don't care how much it looks. Just so it does the trick.

There isn't any other way to get the pigeon into the cabin here without someone on your plity and noticing it. Are you so sure Captain Bradford that this pigeon will fly to the other boat and find it?

I never knew one of these birds to failure. I wish we'd hear from Chanson again. How close do you figure him to be now, Tex? He's not more than seven or eight hundred miles. And likely making about forty knots now.

He'll be snoring up as he gets nearer to try and discover what's wrong with us before he runs an indeedless danger himself. He'd never dream the sort of place where prison is on. And with G-47 blocking our radio beam, we haven't a thing with the homing pigeons to warn him with.