CHAPTER 3High Commander Ru Molo arose, clicked his heels together with practiced finesse, and gave a slight bow. A perfunctory smile of welcome ghosted over his straight, hard lips. He had piercing green eyes, a mark some Martians carried.
“Your names and business and any explanations you may have for your presence here, please,” he requested.
Bruce gave their names and their reason for coming to Jupiter.
The Martian bent his eyes on the girl, faintly surprised. “You are the daughter of Dr. Andrew Kent?”
“Yes. Is he here?” Dora asked. “Alive and well?” she added breathlessly.
“He is.” Ru Molo vouched no more.
Dora choked on a sudden sob of relief. The thought of her father’s possible death had been preying on her mind.
Bruce burst out suddenly.
“You’ve been holding him prisoner,” h
