Tim Bennett is a reporter for the National News Service.
Being a foreign correspondent means this American news-hound has the whole of Europe for his beat, able to head anywhere at any time for a good story but also on call when his editor back home hears of someplace he should investigate. In the three recorded adventures we have of Bennett, he is in Portugal and Belgium as well as one country unnamed which recently switched to a democratic country.
In those adventures he goes up against communist kidnappers, traitors from WWII on the lam, and bitter royalists wanted to wrest back control of their lost nation. In all three he proves that while the pen is mightier than the sword, a really fast, hard fist to the jaw can do wonders. This is important because a couple of times, the fist-ee has a gun pointed at Bennett so he had to be either swift in his attack or filled with lead.
Bennett has been on the job for quite a while based on his confidence and that of his boss in him, not to mention he obviously knows people all over the Continent. Of him it was written that he knew "where the kings will scratch before they get the itch!"
Bennett is a fairly tall and very thin individual with a long, quite thin clean-shaven face. He sports blond hair which match the yellow band above the brim of his fedora. He is partial to a matching trench-coat over his ubiquitous brown suit always with a green bow-tie.
And then there is his pipe. He always has it in his mouth. Always. Sometimes he is a left-hanger and other a right-hanger but at no time do we see him without it. Drinking, talking, writing, fighting, and bullet-dodging. He has the pipe. Good clench control.
One interesting point about Bennett is his attitude towards a female reporter from a competitor with whom he deals in an adventure. He is very friendly with her without being pushy; he treats her like an equal and does not talk down to her, and the "freshest" he could be said to have been was when he called her a "working-girl" meaning she worked just like him. This tale taking place in the mid-50s, it was refreshing to not have a single "babe" or "honey" or "doll-face". A man ahead of his time.