Earth's espionage ring was a headache, so the Martian Security Chief offered ten thousand credits for a key agent. But even for a price-- "This man is a spy for Earth," a voice droned, as the telecaster vibrated and a photo of Harry Horn flashed on the screen. "Ten thousand credits for this man, dead or alive. Contact Lazar of the Security Police. Harry Horn. Thirty-four, five feet, eleven inches, one hundred and seventy-two pounds."…
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