THE windowless gray room was overcrowded. Fifty men and more sat in rows of chairs. Rakish, watchful men, with pencils and pads of papers. They were reporters.
“Here he comes,” whispered one.
And here he certainly came, between two uniformed guards, the warden ahead and a muttering priest behind. He was the tallest and handsomest man any of them had ever seen, even though he wore shapeless prison shoddy and his high skull was shaven. Though intent and alert, he had no appearance of worry. His color was good, and his step firm . . . .
C'est magnifique, Doc Mars!
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Hi, Paul
Another martian short story from Science Quaterly Fall 1942 (nice cover by Hannes Bok)
"Gentlemen-the Queen" by Bob Tucker
http://gotomars.free.fr/Gentlemen_the_Queen.pdf
Legend told of a Wild White Queen in the martian wastelands - and so there was, but...
Thanks, Doc Mars!
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