The Empire of Earth was crumbling. Space-liners fell prey to savage phantom crews. A weird, green wave of terror engulfed the Universe. Enslavement of the Empire was near, and only a handful of men could halt the final blow ... a handful of men who could not act--for a single movement would mean their death. Somewhere aboard the Super Space Liner, _Jupiter_, a resonant gong sounded three times. Norman Saint Clair started, glanced uneasily about the magnificent lounge. A gray fear gnawed at his vitals. With a sinking heart, he watched the crowd, who had come to see off the passengers, hurry out the port. This was his last chance to get off the ship.…
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