MYSTERY AT MESA FLAT
By Ivar Jorgensen
A small desert town didn't seem a likely
place to encounter murder—especially one that
had been planned on a world light years away!
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
Imagination Stories of Science and Fantasy
June 1956
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
The murder was committed ten minutes before the Otarkian ship lifted for the long trip back to the mother-planet. It was discovered ten minutes after blast off. The killer—a great lout of an upper-hillman, signed on the last moment to fill a sudden vacancy—bragged of the kill to his sergeant.
Bragged grinning. "He was crouched behind a rock peeking out at the ship. I came behind him—very quiet. I broke his neck and—and did other things. He never knew what happened."
