Breath of Beelzebub

All that had been distilled from the curious vegetation of the doomed planetoid was half an ounce, a mere timbleful of blue liquor. But it was enough to drive a universe mad.

One was Mrs. Ames seated with her feet on the coffee table smoking a big black cigar. Another was Mrs. Ames, her hair in wild disarray and her mouth open, trying to swim across...