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.…
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