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"Aw, they were hidin' in a closet," growled Doherty. "Come on, we've wasted too much time on this job already. Just a couple of nuts, says I." * * * * * The sleuths, after Phillips had shaken hands with Lambert, left the laboratory. Morgan, a large man of middle age, joined them in a meal which Felix served to the three on a folding table brought in for the purpose. Felix was terribly glad to see Madge and Lambert again, and manifested his joy by many bobs and leaps as he waited upon them. A grin spread across his face from ear to ear. Morgan asked innumerable questions. They described as best they could what they could recall of the strange dominion in which they had been, and the physicist listened intently. "It is some Hell's Dimension, as you call it," he said at last. "Where it is, or exactly what, I cannot say," said Lambert. "I surely have no desire to return to that world of hate." Madge, happy now, smiled at him and he leaned over and kissed her tenderly. "We have come from Hell, together," said Lambert, "and now we are in Heaven!" * * * * * [Illustration: Advertisement] The World Behind the Moon _By Paul Ernst_ [Illustration: _They fell, for hours, into a deep chasm._] [Sidenote: Two intrepid Earth-men fight it out with the horrific monsters of Zeud's frightful jungles.] Like pitiless jaws, a distant crater opened for their ship. Helplessly, they hurtled toward it: helplessly, because they were still in the nothingness of space, with no atmospheric resistance on which their rudders, or stern or bow tubes, could get a purchase to steer them. Professor Dorn Wichter waited anxiously for the slight vibration that should announce that the projectile-shaped shell had entered the new planet's atmosphere. "Have we struck it yet?" asked Joyce, a tall blond young man with the shoulders of an athlete and the broad brow and square chin of one who combines dreams with action. He made his way painfully toward Wichter. It was the first time he had attempted to move since the shell had passed the neutral point--that belt midway between the moon and the world behind it, where the pull of gravity of each satellite was neutralized by the other. They, and all the loose objects in the shell, had floated uncomfortably about the middle of the chamber for half an hour or so, gradually settling down again; until now it was p
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