to two parts and the fragments crushed by the
enormous power of the octopus. Again the arms writhed in torment, and
then they stiffened out. For a moment they towered in the air and then
slowly sank below the surface of the sea.

"The cyanide has worked," cried the doctor, "and in its last agonies the
creature has turned on its creator and destroyed him. It is a shame, for
Saranoff was a brilliant although perverted genius, and besides, I would
have liked to have learned his method. However, I may find something
when we open the land end and raid the cave; and really, he was too
brilliant a man to hang for murder. Once we open the cave and I get any
data that is there, my connection with the case will end. Trailing down
the gold and recovering it is a routine matter for Bolton, and one in
which he won't need my help."

"What about that creature we saw in the cave, Doctor? Won't it hatch
into another terror of the sea like the thing that destroyed the ship?"

"The trochosphere? No, I'm not worried there. It won't try to leave the
cave for some days yet, and by that time we'll have the land end opened
and the floodlights turned on. They will keep it there and it will
starve to death. We could send down a sub to feed it a torpedo, but
there's no need. Nature will dispose of it. Meanwhile, I hope the
_Minneconsin_ rigs up a jury tackle pretty soon and takes us on board.
I'm getting seasick."

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_IN THE NEXT ISSUE_

THE FIFTH-DIMENSION CATAPULT

_A Novelette of an Extraordinary Interdimensional Rescue_
_By_ Murray Leinster

THE GATE TO XORAN

_A Thrilling Story of a Metal Man's Visit to Earth_
_By_ Hal K. Wells

THE EYE OF ALLAH

_A Story of the Tracking Down of a Mysterious Scientific Killer_
_By_ C. D. Willard

THE PIRATE PLANET

_Part Three of the Outstanding Current Novel_
_By_ Charles W. Diffin

----_AND OTHERS_!

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Gray Denim

_By Harl Vincent_

The blood of the Van Dorn's ran in Karl's veins. He rode the skies
like an avenging god.

[Illustration: _There came a stabbing pencil of light from over Karl's
shoulder._]

Beneath the huge central arch in Cooper Square a meeting was in
progress--a gathering of the gray-clad workers of the lower levels of
New York. Less than two hundred of their number were in evidence, and
these huddled in dejected groups around the pedest