Peril Of The Starmen
By Kris Neville
Their space ships landed near Washington, and
they met Earthmen with friendly smiles. It
was a great day—and quite possibly, our last!
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
Imagination Stories of Science and Fantasy
January 1954
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
"I called you three in," the Oligarch said, "because I have some very important news."
Herb—he would later be assigned that name—was one of the three. He hated the Oligarch, and he had no doubt that the Oligarch knew it.
"There are," the Oligarch said, "people on the planet. Unfortunately."
Dull rage and frustration and despair and helplessness bubbled up in Herb. His face remained calm.