(Part 8)
They did try again... and again. Strange, the appearances of The Phantom and his Craft were so irregularly spaced.
But Inspector Stratton, and even Ohms knew, that the criminal mind rarely ever followed a regular pattern. Most of the Time.
Ohms: "Maybe it isn't some clever criminal, Inspector... But a True Mystery?! An actual Visitor... From the Stars!"
Stratton: "Perhaps, Ohms... Perhaps. We shall see."
Johnny: "Oh, my! I would hope to see a Man from Space. If one does indeed exist... and is friendly."
Stratton: "My young friend... Whoever or whatever this Phantom is... It isn't acting very friendly... To Women. No!"
Ohms had his box-detector ready, as on the earlier attempts. Stratton's men were all hidden... and ready as well. Aye.
Priscilla Barnes was made up by one of the former local 'working girls' that had retired and been of help to the police before.
Inspector Stratton: "Pris... Are you sure you're OK with this 'Idea' of Ohms and myself? You can still back out... Now."
Priscilla: "No... I cannot back off. One of my distant cousins was accosted... She's no working lady, but a teacher.
Yes... I have to go through with this... For her... and for all women that wish to be safe at Night. I'm ready!"
The wait was not too long... a mere hour and a half.
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An object quietly came from the general direction of the not-too-distant woods, outside New London Town. A clue?
The object was indeed smaller than some ship from the Stars likely would be. The lights were blue, green & orange... Bright!
(To be continued...)