So, pouting primrose Casey is going to waltz his ciggy-holder down to Africa and prove (by any means necessary) that Uncle Moneybags is, indeed, gone to join the Choir Celestial.
Rather like setting off to the beach on Labor Day to meet up with one’s friends.
The lawyer is on the horns of a dilemma.
Jump on the next B.O.A.C flight down to the Congo, one dead body coming up!
No joy in Mudville. Casey has struck out.
I guess he’s worried the bomb he planted on the plane didn’t work.
I like the horned headdress on the lawyer in the last panel…he is a lawyer, after all.
In London, wouldn’t he have been called a solicitor?
One might wonder how he became the only heir left.