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From the memoirs of Andrew Pike, pilot and adventurer …
| In December of 1941, the Worthington Foundation
placed the fabled Amulet of Cheops on display in a small private
museum near the Worthington estate. In January of 1942, the museum - and
the estate, and 500,000 acres of the surrounding forest - was flattened
by what seemed to be an enormous explosion. Trees were stripped bare, and
no bodies were found. Nobody in the towns nearby heard or saw any kind
of blast, so what happened?
A Japanese sneak-attack? Against a remote
woodland estate? No. And with the new war on everyone's mind, and the reluctant
cooperation of the government, it was easy for the surviving Worthingtons
to keep the affair out of the papers.
And just this year, the Solar Funeral Ship
was "discovered." But some of us knew about it already. Some
of us have piloted its essence beyond the reach of man, into the eternal
void of souls. Some of us have scraped a knuckle on mad cultists determined
to enslave the world, traded bullets with gangsters eager to sell out humanity,
and some of us lost our hearts and questioned our sanity. It all began
in 1924, when the Cairo Moon docked in San Francisco, and when John
Worthington himself told me "Andy boy, I need a pilot." I don't
know if I'll ever tell the whole story, but I'll never forget the people
I met on the adventure that would consume my life for seventeen years ...
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Andy Pike (A/a): That's
me as I looked back then, ready to fly anything with wings and test it
to the limit. When John hired me, I had just got back from running mail
to Alaska, ready for something new.
Mrs. Kane (B/b): My
business partner and nothing more, despite the rumors, and the angry accusations
or Brendan Kane, her husband. She left him in '21 to fly, but not because
of me. She just loved wings more than Brendan, and I can't say as I blame
her.
John
Worthington (C/c): His family has always been rich, I
think, but John was given the fewest breaks of his many brothers, and still
turned that little nest-egg into a global fortune built mostly in newspaper
publishing. He loved the puzzles and mysteries in life, and I'd like to
think he's still solving them, somewhere.
Aswan (D/d): Worthington's
faithful bodyguard, a tower of muscle and bellowing laughter. I could never
understand a word of what he said, but we fought back-to-back when trouble
came, and trouble came a lot. He could put more men down with his fists
than I could with my .38.
Donahue (E/e): Michael
Donahue loved to fight, and he began as one of the bad guys - the only
man I've ever seen put Aswan down with a punch. Thank heaven he joined
our side before the trip to Paris.
Nickels McCone (F/f): The
Second Tomb Key was the most difficult to locate. How would we know it'd
be the property of a two-bit hood like McCone? He made his living on armed
robbery and small capers before he stole something bigger than he could
understand but small enough to fit in his pocket - right next to the handful
of coins that gave him his nickname.
Sidney (G/g): I
used to think Sidney - the curator of that private museum in London we
had to burn down - was a pretty square gent for a Limey. But the next time
we saw him, he was wearing a ceremonial headdress and trying to cast us
all into some other dimension. Maybe he was still sore.
Millie
(H/h): Secretary to Dietrich and Amherst Investigations,
some private eyes peeping into the murders in Chicago. Millie turned out
to be a lot more than a good girl with a coffee pot; she could hold
her own in a fight, win just about any argument she cared to, and read
Greek. She saved Jack's life in New York, even if he'll never admit it.
Madame Z (I/i): She
was there at every turn, stealing what we wanted to steal, leaving clues
that sent us to Baghdad, New Delhi, Miami, and forgotten villages in Brazil.
She was quite a woman; she never hesitated to use either the gun or those
fishnet stockings to powerful effect. I turned out to be immune to the
latter, but not to the former. My shoulder still hurts when it's cold.
Tony Rosso (J/j): We
fought avatars of alien gods in 1934, and the whole time I found myself
thinking "it could be worse; we could be slugging it out with Tony
Rosso again." I give him due credit as a genius, but a genius thug
is still a thug, and a thug in league with the forces of cosmic evil is
a tripled-damned threat. Unless something happens to blow up Alcatraz,
we can never really be safe from Tony Rosso.
Louie (K/k): His
romance with Mrs. Kane was the lightest moment we had in Le Havre, and
he sacrificed a lot for her. Thanks to the stew he hopped into for the
cause, he was shipped out to serve somewhere in Morocco, where he can't
interfere with his masters anymore. I hope he made some friends who appreciate
a man of his unique vision of morality. He's a good guy underneath.
Cora (L/l): Cora
came aboard the Cairo Moon at Santiago on that first voyage. She
was an old friend of Worthington's and a specialist in - I wish I were
joking about this - languages Not of This Earth. She called me "fly-boy"
exclusively, never my name. I enjoyed that a lot more than I'd ever admit
to her.
Agent
Stone (M/m): One of Hoover's G-Men. He was one of the
good guys, but on half of our adventures in the States, he didn't agree
that we were, and more than one of Stone's bullets missed my head
by inches. There's still a hole in that old DeHavilland, I imagine. Stone
was a good shot and a fair man. When he finally figured out what we were
up to, he was there beside us at the showdown for humanity.
Jack Dietrich (N/n): My
favorite hard-boiled shamus. He took nothing seriously except his job and
his liquor. His partner was possessed by the spirit of Khufu's Gatewarden
when he got too close to the truth behind some murders, leaving Dietrich
alone with more knowledge than any sane man should have to bear. He and
Millie joined us later for the caper in New York.
Lorraine (O/o): Lorraine
Winters, librarian for the New York Public Library and - as we discovered
- a private researcher for Von Klaus. She didn't know her boss was evil,
and when she found out, she turned out to be really handy with his
fireplace poker.
Lauren (P/p): A
sexy young thief traveling the world on her own, picking the pockets of
the inebriated rich and playing men like fiddles. She was no femme fatale,
though, just a girl who knew how to survive and pick victims that could
afford her thievery. Her tip on the merchants in Cairo led us to the cave
complex in Utah, and without that we'd never dropped the final piece of
the puzzle into place.
Impresto (Q/q): The
Amazing Mister Impresto - cheap stage hypnotist to most, globe-hopping
hero to those who really know him. His ego must weigh more than the Great
Pyramid, but his powers over the human mind are . . . well, they're something
I have trouble remembering in detail. How about that? I'm pretty sure I
knew his real name at some point, too. Ow. Headache.
The
Apparition (R/r): Say what you will about these masked
vigilantes; there are some places the cops just can't go, or don't dare
to, and when the fate of the entire human race is at stake, due process
is just another word for the planet's destruction. The Apparition appeared
to us on several occasions in both New York and Chicago, and Millie seemed
to know a lot about him. I didn't pry.
Drake Diamond (S/s): Harvey
Miron Lefkowitz, a.k.a Drake Diamond, star of stage, screen and radio,
darling of the picture-magazine set, and playboy adventurer. Drake owned
half the planes I flew on our adventures, but didn't know how to fly, himself.
He did know how to talk to a girl, though, and I think he's the
only one of us who ever flustered Madame Z.
Von Klaus (T/t): Rutger
Von Klaus may own half the property west of Central Park, but no amount
of money could make this snake seem respectable. His manner says "villain"
from his well-shined shoes to his well-shined monocle. He and Tony were
two fuses leading to a much larger, much less mortal bomb.
The Boys (U/u): Tony
Rosso's personal army of thugs and ne'er do wells. Like Rosso himself,
they extended far beyond his liquor and gambling territories, and we fought
ten of them at the Sun Gates of Heliopolis.
Lily
(V/v): Every man shifted in his seat when Lily performed
at Club Sekhet, the world's most glamorous secret nightclub. She lived
in the spotlight and ultimately died there, in the arms of our own Mick
Donahue, whom she loved sincerely. Mick never got over it; I think that's
why he fought so hard - and lost it all - at the final battle.
Uniform Cop (W/w): I
must have given shiners to two dozen of these boys over the years, out
of grim necessity. The law so seldom understands the needs of heroes, even
accidental heroes. One of them - Bill Mulcahey down in the Mission District
- joined the cause in '34, but he never made it out of France alive.
Prof. Irving (X/x): The
man in charge of Worthington's African team is retired in Highgate, now,
living on a small fortune set aside for him by the Foundation. The old
professor wasn't much in a fight, but he told stories and sang stupid old
drinking songs for us when we needed to feel closer to home - any kind
of home. Better still, he hired Philip Cavanaugh, so I owe him a great
debt.
Cavanaugh (Y/y): A
Great White Hunter of the classic sort, here's a fellow who could handle
an elephant gun. When our travels took us to Darkest Africa, he and his
expedition team took us to places that few men had ever survived seeing
- and he brought us back out again.
Miriam (Z/z): When
her father, Phil Cavanaugh, told her to sit still, it was like telling
a hurricane to pipe down. She's a master of her own fate with the willpower
to handle a few more, besides. I guess that's why she's Miriam Pike
these days. Some adventures, no matter how harrowing, are worth everything.
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