Let Space Be Your Coffin
By S. M. Tenneshaw
Bert hated Miles, and secretly plotted
to kill him. It all seemed simple, yet murder
can be complicated—especially in the void!...
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
Imagination Stories of Science and Fantasy
November 1954
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
Bert thought savagely, I'm going to kill you, Miles Berendt. You've always lorded it over me—thought you were something extra special when we were kids. Now you've practically taken over the business I helped build. My business—the best damned space freight line in the system! And you've got your eyes on Carol—my girl! Well, look smug, Miles. This is your last day alive—tomorrow they won't even find your atoms!
"Something eating you, Bert?"
Miles Berendt closed the tally book and shoved it aside on the desk. He eased his six-foot frame back in the chair behind the desk and stared quizzically at Bert Tanner. Tanner was standing by the window, staring moodily out toward the long line of space hangars.