Doogan here and I’m lucky to be alive. Advisory to travelers
in South Asia; water-buffalo may be afraid of
a little boy swinging a stick, but they are not afraid of you and they’re
faster then they look. Anyhow…
Its now certain that the zeppelin which passed over China
Station, moments before the explosion of the British Legation Polo Clubhouse,
was not responsible for the devastation that has the Anglo-Orient community
desperately searching for a new venue to hold their seasonal presentation of
H.M.S. Pinafore, which I’m told is performed by an all male cast (and with
hobbies like that its hardly a wonder their empire is shrinking).
Captain Dussinger of the airship LZ124, expressed sympathy
to Consul, Major General Ripperton, but he emphasized to this reporter, “If we
Germans intended to bomb the British Legation, I assure you our aim is better
then that.” This newest Zeppelin in the German Air Fleet is on the first leg of
its trans-Asiatic geological survey.
With Jerry out of the picture, the mystery of the bombing
only gets deeper but in the course of my investigation I did encounter one
suspicious character. Snooping around the blast site, I knocked heads with a
bird named Chan who was also nosing through the debris. He was accompanied by a
young tough whom he insisted was his eldest son. And get this; Chan claims to
be a detective from the Honolulu
police force! I can only say that I found those flying simians from Oz more
believable. Stealing a page from my book, Chan claims to be searching for
vanished American astronomer Dr. Raullo Ortega, known for bringing the Van
Allen Belt to the attention of Van Allen. He just better not try to pull any
monkey business while Doogan has the watch.
Until next time, turn the lights off Ma and let the cat out,
this is Doogan Signing off.
