d the living room. Both bled from
numerous wounds. One of the Russian's bleak eyes closed under a
well-directed blow, but otherwise he seemed unaffected. Jack grappled
again and realized his mistake as he was caught in a bone-cracking
grip and forced into the laboratory.

Baron felt a rib snap. A sweat of agony broke out over his body.
Holding his enemy helpless the invader worked his way toward the work
table. They bumped against it, making the equipment totter perilously.
Solinski released his grip, snatched a bottle of distilled water and
swung.

Jack felt his head explode. The room went dark. But in his
semi-consciousness he remembered he must not let the Russian reach
that switch. As he slid slowly to the floor, he grasped the other's
legs.

The drug fiend tried to kick free, stumbled, struck the table with his
hips. Throwing out his arms to regain his balance he plunged one hand
among the naked cables which led from the generator to the
transformers and tubes.

A blinding flash of light and the scream of a soul in torment
followed. As a nauseating odor of burning flesh filled the room, the
Russian was hurled backward like a rubber ball. He struck the window
which overlooked the park, crashed through the large panel and fell!

June sat as though hypnotised, forcing herself to manipulate those
dials.

Jack crawled to the window and watched the black body swoop downward
like a wounded bird, the coat flapping like crippled wings. After what
seemed an eon it struck the edge of the subway kiosk, bounced like a
rag doll and sprawled across the pavement.

Still Jack did not move. Through a haze of his own blood he stared,
the fate of his enemy forgotten. All about the kiosk bodies which had
laid so still for the past week were moving. The little figures, not
much larger than ants from that height, yawned, sat up and stretched
as though it was the commonest thing in the world to take a nap in the
midst of Fifth Avenue. It was as if the last swoop of that batlike
figure had returned them to consciousness.

"The world is alive! The world is alive!" Baron croaked wildly as he
felt his senses slipping from him. "We have won, June! We have won!"

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