On behalf of Captain Peabody Fawcett: I have just received news from The Geographical Society that Fawcett's expeditionary team is stranded approximately 78 degrees north off the coast of Norway. The unseasonably warm weather has resulted in an early melt and has left them marooned on ice floes. Victims of the fierce gulf stream they are drifting at the behest of the current. The last message received delivered by carrier pigeon, assured. "All well and in good spirits despite having run out of reading material. Men maintaining stiff upper lip with aid of liberal dollops of my trademarked moustache wax. Although one member of team appears quite delirious blithering on about getting back to Blighty for a wedding or some such nonsense! God help us all C.F.