Far above the Arabian Desert three Secret Service men find an aerial island whose inhabitants areómadmen.
re enveloped by a radiance, rosy as the broad ray had been, but fainter, like the afterglow of a sunset. By this light I could make out, vaguely, our surroundings. We seemed to be on a plateau; a great flat space probably an acre in extent, surrounded by a six-foot wall. Behind us there was a wide gateway through which our airplane had just come and across which workmen were dropping bars made of some material like cement. Before us, dotting this acre or so of plateau, were small, domed structures made of the same cement-like material. In the center of the plateau rose a larger domed building with a segment of its roof open to the stars and through this opening I could see the shadowy suggestion of a great lamp. There was the source of that powerful magnetic ray!
Foulet and Brice scrambled out and stood beside me. They said never a word, but I knew that every sense was alert.
"If you will follow me," that same cold, expressionless voice murmured. I turned to look at the man. He was not bad looki
Extremely light entertainment. If you are in the mood for an impossible spy story, you might enjoy this. It would make a campy movie.
The biplane carrying agents from England, France, and America is chasing a spy who is a member of a sinister unknown group when their plane is grabbed by a ray and pulled to a base floating in midair. Then the story starts becoming unbelievable.
The science is just plain silly, the writing is terrible, and the whole thing is just childish. Avoid this one.
interesting idea, a giant floating island constructed by a mad scientist. but the short story format means it is unable to exploit the idea.