The Lorelei Death

Chip Warren stood before an oblong of glass set into one wall of the spaceship _Chickadee II_, stared at what he saw reflected therefrom--and frowned. He didn't like it. Not a b...

He had hurled himself into the bucket-shaped pilot's seat; now his fingers played the controls like those of a mad organist. The _Chickadee_ groaned from prow to stern, trembled...

"Exactly. With an atomblast my laborers hollowed out living quarters, control chambers. At one-eighth mile intervals jets have been installed in the asteroid. These are fed from...

"Uh-huh. When you shouted 'the heat's on!' Remember? We four had been down here cudgeling our brains for some way to get the draw on Blacky Jordan, but we overlooked a hell of a...