Do you know whom we haven't checked in on in quite awhile?
Starr Flagg, Undercover Girl!!
Our plucky
CIA operative has been assigned to protect
Sir Archibald Sexton, the British Egyptologist who seems to be the only one who can prevent a faction of "
zealots" from taking over the Suez Canal and the oil fields!!
Unfortunately, she gets there a bit late...
...but she still saves him!!
As he briefs her on the goings-on...
Geez, it's hard for this guy to be
more British--the "
harumphs," the monocle, the mustache...good gosh, all he needs is a pit helmet or an umbrella and he's this guy:
Sadly, Starr reneges on her pledge to
"not let him out of her sight." And so while she's off making herself pretty for the journey...
Can the imposter fool Undercover Girl?!?
He certainly
talks a good game...
Definitely
100% English!!!
But you can't fool Starr Flagg for long!!
Can
YOU tell how Starr spotted the fake?!?
After some intrigue and adventures, she deals with the bad guys and rescues Sir Archibald. But he's asking the same question you are...
What...??
Now, I'm left-handed, so the oppressive etiquette rules of the fascist right-handed world have largely been ignored by me. And as far as I know, I've never shared a dinner table with someone from jolly old England.
So, British friends, is it
true that "Englishmen never shift their forks to their right hand when they eat. They use their left hand with the fork"?? Is this a thing?
I mean, comic books would
never lie about something like that, would they?
I am reminded of this bit from
Inglourious Basterds:
Damn, maybe eating and drinking etiquette rules
are the key to good spycraft!!
From Manhunt #10 (1948) as reprinted in Manhunt #13 (1952)