_Who ever thought that Frane Lewis--wholesale triggerman, spaceways pirate--would be the sweating victim of a simple, webbed, nylon garment known as spaceman's underwear?_ Frane Lewis enjoyed another sadistic shiver as he moved up the narrow passageway to the captain's control room. To his flared nostrils the warm, moist air of the small space-freighter was still heavy with the smell of death. A psychiatrist could have told him that this was a neural confusion of olfactory sensation with the perverted emotional excitement of murder. But no physicians ever attended Frane's murders, except at inquests.…
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