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Astounding Stories of Super-Science, August 1930
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Alone
now,
in
the
midst
of
this
vast,
nightmarish
metropolis,
he
paced
back
and
forth,
back
and
forth--knowing
the
hideous
fate
that
threatened
the
world
but
powerless
to
issue
one
word
of
warning,
much
less
avert
it.
Kendrick
was
still
thinking
and
brooding
along
these
lines
when
he
saw
the
door
of
the
apartment
swiftly
open
and
close
again.
Someone
had
entered,
invisible!
Backing
away,
he
waited,
tense.
Then,
suddenly,
his
visitor
materialized.
With
a
gasp,
he
saw
standing
before
him
a
beautiful
girl.
She
was
a
young
woman,
rather,
in
her
early
twenties.
Not
one
of
these
pigmies
of
the
disc
either,
but
a
tall,
slender
creature
of
his
own
world.
Her
hair
was
dark,
modishly
bobbed.
Her
eyes
were
a
deep,
clear
brown,
her
skin
a
warm
olive.
And
she
was
dressed
as
though
she
had
just
stepped
off
Fifth
Avenue--which
indeed
she
had,
not
so
long
ago,
as
he
was
soon
to
learn.
"I
hope
I
haven't
startled
you
too
much,
Mr.
Kendrick,"
she
said,
in
a
rich,
husky
murmur,
"but--well,
there
wasn't
any
other
way."
"Oh,
I
guess
I'll
get
over
it,"
he
replied
with
a
smile.
"But
you
have
the
advantage
of
me,
since
you
know
my
name."
Hers
was
Marjorie
Blake,
she
told
him
then.
"Not
the
daughter
of
Henderson
Blake?"
he
gasped.
"Yes,"
with
a
tremor,
"his
only
daughter."
Whereupon
Kendrick
knew
the
solution
of
a
mystery
that
had
baffled
the
police
for
weeks.
The
newspapers
had
been
full
of
it
at
the
time.
This
beautiful
girl,
whose
father
was
one
of
America's
richest
men
and
president
of
its
largest
bank,
had
disappeared
as
though
the
earth
had
swallowed
her.
She
had
left
their
summer
estate
at
Great
Neck,
Long
Island,
on
a
bright
June
morning,
bound
for
New
York
on
a
shopping
tour--and
had
simply
vanished.
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