CHAPTER II Visitor from Zanthos
As I stared, all my blood seeming to be freezing in my veins. A great circle of violet light, half a mile in diameter, spread like a curtain up into the sky! It glowed, blurring the invaders camped behind it.
Close to the televizing aero came another news plane. It approached too close to the purple barrage. Abruptly a segment of the curtain billowed outward, caught the plane. There was a tiny speck of light, a tiny puff. The plane was gone, dissolved into nothingness!
Horrified, I watched the weird beings from some other world who had come to attack us. That was my conviction. Then one of my receivers picked up a broadcast.
“I am here,” the ironic voice was saying. “José Tarrago. You remember me. Twenty years ago you sentenced me and my comrades to deat
