AT THE SAME MOMENT came a plea from the enchantress of space through a second medium. For no reason anyone could explain, the ship’s telaudio wakened to life; over it came to their ears the actual words of the girl:
“Help! Oh, help! Can anyone hear me? Help—”
Even though he knew this to be only a ruse, a deliberate, dastardly trap set for the unwary, Chip Warren’s pulse leaped in hot response to that desperate plea. Even with the warning of Johnny Haldane fresh in his memory, some gallantry deep within him spurred him to the aid of this lovely vision. Here was a woman a man could live for, fight for, die for! A woman like no other in the universe.
Then common sense came to his rescue. He wrenched his gaze from the tempting shadow, cried: “Kill that wavelength! Tune the lens on another b
