Off for Memorial Day, everywhere. here and at the Substack. Vacation day! But there's Trademarks and . . . well, sorry. There's Blackhawk.

The Trademarks of 1925. From a company that sounds like a lesser organization that facilitated British imperialism:

"We'll test it on Africa first."

Only 5?

Last time the Blackhawks were following the car that had kidnapped the doctor who made a death ray, and they got pushed into a train.

Well what do you know: they actually got clipped:

The bad guys, who are COMMIE REDS, take the doc to another lair. They’re peeved he didn’t have the death ray machine on them, so they’re going to see if it’s in his house. Blackhawk is one step ahead of them! They stage a fake transfer of the death ray so they can smoke out then Commie Reds, which leads to a car chase a fistfight but other Commie Reds show up:

I should note that Blackhawk brought the one secret piece without which the death ray will not work. Brilliant. He realizes this, and sneaks to the hideout . . .

This, I believe, is a rather novel cliffhanger.

Everyone's dead!

That will do.