_On Venus, if one rings a doorbell, or bangs on a locked gate at night, it is adventure. You never know who--or what--will answer your summons. The door swings slowly open and you brace yourself to look. Will it be maid--or monster--or both?_ Wherever men gather and talk, someone is sure to mention Khaljean's, on Venus. Men will always be fascinated by tales of the strange and wonderful and fantastic, and Khaljean's--zoo, petshop, wild animal supply house--is the stuff from which legends are made. One hears of the place on Mars or Earth, on Titan or Rhea, on Callisto or Ganymede, even in the subsurface mines of Pluto or the curious twilight outposts on Mercury, and some of the yarns will pr…
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