From Astounding Stories February 1932" Three Earthlings are whisked on an inter-dimensional journey to the den of the Scientist Zehru.When the rolling thunder of infra-bass first came to their ears, RobertBlake and Helen Lawton were standing on the platform of a New Yorksubway station waiting for the arrival of an uptown express to bear themto their homes.They made a strikingly attractive couple as they stood there. New Yorkhad not had time as yet to remove the bronze tan of an outdoor life fromBlake's ruggedly good-looking face. His tall athletic figure was stillconspicuous for the lithe strength that had made him an All-Westerntackle less than two years ago.Standing beside Blake's husky figure, Helen Lawton looked like a tiny,very perfect, blonde doll, with an exquisitely molded face framed incurly bobbed hair that was the clear golden-amber hue of orange honey.There was a diamond sparkling on the ring finger of the girl's slim lefthand, placed there by Blake.It was well after midnight, and the only other passenger waiting on thestation was a burly chap leaning against one of the white pillars on theother side of the platform. After a casual glance at the fellow, withhis derby hat shoved far back from a low forehead, his blatantlyconspicuous clothing, and the suspicious bulge under one arm-pit, Blakehad mentally set him down as a minor gangster, probably a strong-arm manfor some beer mob..."