_This planet gave him the perfect chance to commit the perfect crime--only he couldn't remember just what it was he had committed._ It was just a hunch. Johnson knew that, but his hunches had often paid off in the past, and now he waited with a big man's patience. For five hours he sat in the wooden stands, under the rumpled canvas the concessionaires had put up to protect the tourists from Marlock's yellow sun.…
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