Norvell Page, Wings of the Black Death — Doom of The Plague (1933)
“ A billion dollars that would fly into the dawn sky to ransom a city from man-inflicted plague! The false dawn already showed in the east. In an hour would come the take-off.And back in the cavern where the plague pigeons kept up their everlasting murmur, Nita van Sloan, who alone knew the secret of the cave, struggled futilely with her bonds.Masked in shrubbery, on a field not far from the entrance to that dread cavern, waited another plane, a ship that, mockingly, was painted all black, the plane the Black Death would fly. ”
