Astounding Stories of Super-Science, August 1930

"What the hell's going on here?" asked the cocky little terrestial who was skipper, stepping out and surveying the castaways. "We've been looking for you ever since your directional wave failed. But come on in--come on in!" He led the way to his stateroom, while the ship's surgeon took Gunga in charge. Closing the door carefully, he delved into the bottom of his locker and brought out a flask. "Can't be too careful," he remarked, filling a small tumbler for himself and another for his guest. "Always apt to be some snooper to report me. But say--you're wanted in the radio room." "Radio room nothing! When do we eat?" "Right away, but you'd better see him. Fellow from the Interplanetary News Agency wants you to broadcast a copyrighted story. Good for about three years' salary, old boy." "All right. I'll see him"--with a happy sigh--"just as soon as I put through a personal message." [Advertisement: Everyone Is Invited To "Come Over in 'THE READERS' CORNER'!"] The Lord of Space By Victor Rousseau [Sidenote: A Black Caesar had arisen on Eros--and all Earth trembled at his distant menace.] "On the day of the next full moon every living thing on earth will be wiped out of existence--unless you succeed in your mission, Lee." Nathaniel Lee looked into the face of Silas Stark, President of the United States of the World, and nodded grimly. "I'll do my best, Sir," he answered. "You have the facts. We know who this self-styled Black Caesar is, who has declared war upon humanity. He is a Dane named Axelson, whose father, condemned to life imprisonment for resisting the new world-order, succeeded in obtaining possession of an interplanetary liner.