Skeletons of the Black Cross
Robert J. Hogan
Published in G-8 #29, 02/01/1936
Sudden, hideous destruction loomed like some frightful monster in the skies, wrought by what fiendish hand, the Master Spy could not tell — could not tell because it struck swiftly and silently, without so much as a trace of its frightful source. Still G-8 hit the sky lanes of Death — with a purpose. He would bring back the answer or not return at all.