Astounding Stories, April, 1931

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Various. Astounding Stories, April, 1931

Monsters of Mars. A COMPLETE NOVELETTE

The Exile of Time. BEGINNING A FOUR-PART NOVEL

CHAPTER I. Mysterious Girl

CHAPTER II. From Out of the Past

CHAPTER III. Tugh, the Cripple

CHAPTER IV. The Fight With the Robot

CHAPTER V. The Girl from 2930

CHAPTER VI. The New York Massacre of 1935

CHAPTER VII. The Vengeance of Tugh

Hell's Dimension

The World Behind the Moon

Four Miles Within. A COMPLETE NOVELETTE

CHAPTER I. The Monster of Metal

CHAPTER II. The Man-Hunt

CHAPTER III "You Haven't the Guts"

CHAPTER IV. Spawn of the Cavern

CHAPTER V. A Death More Hideous

The Lake of Light. By Jack Williamson

The Ghost World. By Sewell Peaslee Wright

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The extraordinary incidents began about 1 A.M. in the night of June 8-9, 1935. I was walking through Patton Place, in New York City, with my friend Larry Gregory. My name is George Rankin. My business – and Larry's – are details quite unimportant to this narrative. We had been friends in college. Both of us were working in New York; and with all our relatives in the middle west we were sharing an apartment on this Patton Place – a short crooked, little-known street of not particularly impressive residential buildings lying near the section known as Greenwich Village, where towering office buildings of the business districts encroach close upon it.

This night at 1 A. M. it was deserted. A taxi stood at a corner; its chauffeur had left it there, and evidently gone to a nearby lunch room. The street lights were, as always, inadequate. The night was sultry and dark, with a leaden sky and a breathless humidity that presaged a thunder storm. The houses were mostly unlighted at this hour. There was an occasional apartment house among them, but mostly they were low, ramshackle affairs of brick and stone.

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"Father sent word to-night that he was coming to see me. The messenger got through the British lines. But the redcoats are everywhere. They were quartered in our house. For months I have been little more than a servant to a dozen of My Lord's Howe's officers. They are gentlemen, though: I have no complaint. Then they left, and father, knowing it, wanted to come to see me.

"He should not have tried it. Our house is watched. He promised me he would not wear the British red." She shuddered. "Anything but that – to have him executed as a spy. He would not risk that, but wear merely a long black cloak.

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