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The Infra-Medians
The Infra-Medians
The Infra-Medians
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Into a land of shadows and lost
souls goes Pete Grahame in search
of his hapless friends.
LanguageEnglish
PublisherPlanet 313
Release dateAug 6, 2020
ISBN9788835874621
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    The Infra-Medians - Sewell Peaslee Wright

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    The Infra-Medians

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    The others fell back instantly.

    The Infra-Medians

    By Sewell Peaslee Wright

    Into a land of shadows and lost

    souls goes Pete Grahame in search

    of his hapless friends.

    T here was no sense to the note. There was no sense to anything that Vic Butler did, for that matter. Where he hid away his vast scientific knowledge in that rattle-brained, red-haired head of his has always been a mystery to me. The note read:

    Dear Pete:

    If you get this, I’m in a jam that promises some action.

    Drive out, if plane-peddling is palling on you, and bust into the lab. I’m leaving another note there for you, old son, and after you read it you can let your conscience be your guide.

    Bring a gat along, and plenty of ammo. Hope’s away, at Aunt Cleo’s, so don’t get in touch with her and spoil her visit.

    Vic

    I had a hot prospect lined up for a demonstration that morning, but I didn’t even stop to give him a ring. Vic and I had been buddies ever since we were kids—and, besides, he was Hope’s brother.

    Vic’s place was out on the river, about ten miles from town, and that little tan roadster of mine made it in just about ten minutes. The traffic in the business district slowed me up a bit.

    There was nothing at all pretentious about the place; it was a rambling, lazy-looking house built largely of native stone, stretching its length comfortably in the shade of the big maples. Perrin, Vic’s man-of-all-work, came hurrying out of the house to greet me as I locked my wheels on the drive before the door.

    I’m glad you’re here, sir! he exclaimed breathlessly. "I was just about to phone for the police; I was for certain, sir.

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