The Hormone Menace by Eando Binder

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by Monte Herridge


  was in reality a tremendous explosion, as the

  motion. Then they were in the open air.

  released vortex disintegrated everything

  In the half-gloom, a huge Stutgart around it into flying particles. I doubt if loomed before them. Wistert scrambled in the

  anyone can be alive in any of the sub-levels.”

  cabin, half pulled by his companion. He saw

  “And that’s the end of Bergmann’s

  as in a daze that Y-44 was in one of the twin

  mad work,” said Wistert thoughtfully.

  pilot seats, darting her hands around. A dull

  “Betrayed by one of his own gland-men!

  roar sounded ahead. Y-44’s face, a little pale,

  Well, he had it coming.”

  swung around to him.

  The ship winged its way toward

  “All set to go, S-23. But you’ll have to

  Egypt—and honor for its two pilots—as a red

  handle the stick and vanes. It’s a two-man job

  dawn lit up the world below in rosy tints. That

  running one of these monsters. Oh!”—It was a

  same dawn that was to have marked their

  wholly feminine scream—“you’re hurt!”

  deaths as spies. The sun rose ever higher.

  Wistert pushed her roughly away as

  Y-44 had bound Wistert’s wound as

  she began to rip his coat sleeve. With an

  best she could. She turned suddenly to him, a

  immense effort of will he caught his lagging

  little piqued.

  senses, hammered them into alertness with

  “May I inform you, S-23, that you

  pure mental concentration. He threw himself

  have been staring at me for one solid hour.

  into the other pilot seat.

  What can be so interesting in my grimy face,

  He was fully awake now. While the

  anyway?”

  engines warmed up, he scanned the strange

  “I was just wondering,” said Wistert

  controls carefully. Then he nodded toward dreamily, “if your eyes are blue or Y-44, who, to his irritation, was watching him

  perhaps-violet. That will be my next

  anxiously.

  mission—a private one—but rather important,

  With a roar the huge airplane’s three

  in a way.”

 

 

 


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