THE NIGHT HAS A THOUSAND EYES
By JOHN AND DOROTHY DE COURCY
It was one thing to heave an unwanted girl
out into the great black grave of space. But
tough old pirate Captain Brace balked at
making his own soul walk the plank with her!
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
Planet Stories Winter 1949.
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
They stood, silently, side by side, in the crude shelter that passed for a bar on Titan. Its corroded metal walls rang hollowly to the boisterous, animal humor which flowed as freely as drink. Lewd sketches adorned the walls, staring down at the two men, the lewdity of five races to please the lechers of five planets. But all of this was lost on Brace. He was begotten in sin and knew no other life.
The thin-faced man beside him shifted uneasily. "Buy you a drink, Brace?"
"CAPTAIN Brace!" the ape snapped. It was too true to be funny. He looked like an ape. His face was ugly and concave, the nose flattened. His back and shoulders sloped and his arms hung slightly before his body.
"Captain Brace," the other said quickly.
Brace laid one of his paws on the bar, hairy, grotesque. He sniffed loudly and grunted, "Borl!"