DOCTOR UNIVERSE
Grannie Annie, who wrote science fiction under the nom de plume of Annabella C. Flowers, had stumbled onto a murderous plot more hair-raising than any she had ever concocted. And the danger from the villain of the piece didn’t worry her—I was the guy he was shooting at.
I WAS KILLING AN HOUR in the billiard room of the Spacemen’s Club in Swamp City when the Venusian bellboy came and tapped me on the shoulder.
“Beg pardon, thir,” he said with his racial lisp, “thereth thome one to thee you in the main lounge.” His eyes rolled as he added, “A lady!”
A woman here...! The Spacemen’s was a sanctuary, a rest club where in-coming pilots and crewmen could relax before leaving for another voyage. The rule that no females could pass its portals was strictly enforced.
I followed
