The Flying Cloud, R505 - Season Four

Episode 190: Oh... Tahiti...

Everyone and his brother heads for Tahiti

"Upper Lookout to Bridge," came Lorisís voice over the intercom. "Land ho, half a point off the port bow, bearing 110."

In the control car, Captain Everett shaded his eyes against the morning sun. To the east, a dark green peak was rising above the horizon. It grew steadily as the airship approached, drawing closer at nearly a mile a minute. He glanced at the chronometer and nodded.

"That would be Maupiti, in the Leeward Islands, right on schedule," he observed. "A nice bit of navigation, Mister MacKiernan. I will note this in the log. Whatís our estimated time of arrival at Papeete?"

"0930 hours," said the exec.

"Very good. Jenkins, please contact the Air Station and tell them to expect us at 0930."

"Aye, captain."

"Whatís it like: Tahiti?" asked MacKiernan after the signalman had left. "Iíve never been there. I gather itís different from Ireland."

"There may be some truth to this observation," said Everett. "The Comte de Bougainville called it the Island of Venus. The missionaries seem to regard this as a challenge, but one suspects their efforts to alter local sensibilities must ultimately end in failure."

"Why do they bother?" wondered the Irishman.

"Iím not entirely certain," said Everett. "Itís the sort of thing missionaries do."

"What are our plans once we reach the Station?"

The captain gazed thoughtfully toward the east. "That remains to be determined. It will depend on who else arrives for this particular ball. But our ultimate goal is to find Lord Milbridge first."


"There it is," Lord Warfield announced. "Tahiti." He gestured toward the east, where a dark green peak was visible against the morning light.

"I understand some people call it the ĎIsland of Venusí," said Lady Warfield. She seemed annoyed, as if she would have preferred something more bloodthirsty.

"Thereís no accounting for tastes," said the baron, "but didnít the ancient Sumerians believe the Goddess of Love was also the Goddess of War?"

The baroness's expression brightened. "So they did. There may be some hope for the place after all. What are our plans?"

"Weíll call at Papao, on the southern side of the island. Itís large enough to provide us with anonymity and sufficiently secluded to escape notice of the authorities. Then weíll have another conversation with our guests regarding the Professorís itinerary. If we can track the fellow down, we could be in a position to collect both the gambling machine and Lord Milbridge. Just as long as we find Milbridge first."


Vincenzo steered the Salgari in a broad circle around Pukapuka while he studied the atoll through night glasses. Dawn was still an hour away, but a waning moon lingered in the sky, and through the heavy pair of binoculars, the reef and islands were as plain as day.

"I see no sign of our passengers," he announced. "They should have made a signal by now. I hope they have not suffered some disavventura."

"Shall we send down someone to look?" asked Marat.

"Not immediatamente. I do not wish to approach Wale until we know the situation there. First we will contact our agent on Ko."

Little remained of the air station on Ko except for memories. Masts, rigging, housing, and sheds had long since succumbed to the weather or been plundered by the islanders for materials. But the clearing where it had been was a convenient place to land a party, and its location, on the islet's southern shore, was hidden from the rest of the atoll.

Vincenzo brought the airship in low, a dozen yards above the surf, and turned upwind over the field. A moment to clamber down a rope ladder, then he and Marat were striding toward the trees as the vessel stood offshore. A few small fales nestled beneath the palms. As they approached, a young couple emerged from one.

"Master Vincenzo," the man said delightedly, "welcome to Ko!"

"Ah, Roberto," laughed the Italian, "I see you have found a friend. Roberto, meet my sergeant, Marat. Marat, meet Roberto Frisbie, an author from America."

"An auteur?" said Marat. "What brings you to such a remote spot?"

The American gave a grand gesture that took in the sea, the sky, and the dark-haired island beauty who clung to his arm. "I was seeking a place beyond the reach of the faintest echo from the noisy clamor of the civilized world."

It took the Frenchman several moments to parse this statement after heíd torn his eyes away from the girl. "Oui," he smiled. "Je comprends."

"Three days ago we landed a party on Wale," said Vincenzo. "They seem to have vanished. Do you have any idea what became of them?"

"Perhaps," said the American. "I heard that two young Englishmen made their way to the old marae, where they were apprehended by a gentleman and his party. This gentleman forced his prisoners onto a motor launch, carried them out to his yacht, and departed toward the east-southeast."

"Merde," swore Marat. "That must have been Lord Warfield."

"And he set a course for Tahiti, the Island of Venus," mused Vincenzo. "This cannot be a coincidence. He must be looking forthe viscount too. If weíre to rescue our two young friends, weíll have to find the Professor and hope he can lead us to Lord Milbridge first."


Isobel pointed south, where a dark green peak was visible on the horizon. "Is that really Tahiti?" she asked. "How exciting!"

"Da," said Professor Otkupshchikov. "The great French explorer, Bougainville, once called it the Island of Venus."

The girl giggled. "Why did he name it after a Greek goddess?"

The Professor smiled. "What would you expect? He was French."

"What does that have to do with anything?" asked Isobel. Professor Otkupshchikov paused in surprise, took in the girlís innocent expression, her governessís glare, and Lieutenant Murdock's look of incipient panic and decided discretion was the better part of pedagogy. "It would take too long to explain."

Murdock sighed in relief. "What are your plans now, sir?" he asked his host.

"I will call at Papeete, put the Delphin ashore, and make arrangements to put the blimp in storage. I assume you will wish to go ashore there as well. Then Iíll have Captain Ray take me down the coast to meet my friend Lord Milbridge."

Murdock, Isobel, and Miss Stewart exchanged glances. "Lord Milbridge?"


Lord Milbridge entered the cabin to find his wife adding final touches to another piece of macrame. The viscount watched fondly as his wife tied off the last few knots and inspected the result. By now, their stateroom was cluttered with creations that ranged from conventional to the exotic -- one of the latter looked almost like a winged squid -- but he would never have dreamed of objecting. Eccentricities like this were one of the charms of married life.

"Good evening, Atalanta," he said pleasantly. "What are you working on today?"

"Itís an Andean pattern," she replied. "Jean came across some alpaca wool in the hold, so the project seemed appropriate."

"Ah yes, our young Jean. I wonder if he knows we know."

"Thereís no reason why he should."

"I imagine heíll forgive us. I came to let you know that weíve raised Tahiti. Would you like to come on deck for a look?"

Lady Milbridge reached for her handbag. "The Island of Venus? Why, Edmund, Iíd be delighted! Just give me a moment to put this work away."

Next week: Passing Through Papeete...

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