The men on the space station had a
word for trouble—"thunder." Always it
had been thunder on earth. Now, with
the warheads decaying and the Soviets
playing a mysterious game, now there was ...
THUNDER in SPACE
By LESTER del REY
Illustrated by FINLAY
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
Amazing Stories June 1962.
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
I
In the little formal garden in Geneva, the guards had withdrawn discreetly, out of sight and hearing of the two men who sat on a carved marble bench in the center of the enclosure.
The President of the United States was too old for the days of strained public and private meetings and the constant badgering of his advisers that had preceded this final, seemingly foredoomed effort. His hands trembled as he lifted them to light a cigarette. Only his voice still held its accustomed calm.