The great lens in the Mount Everest Observatory had withstood the stresses of the coldest climate and the highest altitude on Earth. Nobody had foreseen that Gerry Carlyle would ever use it. But when she did, the baleful gleam in her eye was enough to chip the telescope’s beryllium steel.
Gerry was mad—She had flown into a fury to keep from crying. As Catch-’em-Alive Carlyle, the Solar System’s greatest explorer, dared never in her own estimation, be guilty of feminine weaknesses. What she wanted, she got, by virtue of a keen, alert, indomitable courage, and experience that covered practically every one of the Sun’s planets.
Now, watching on the huge telescope visiplate the glowing fires of Almussen’s Comet, she realized that she was losing the biggest scoop of her wild career.
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