_Painted in Water-colors from a Scene in "Monsters of Moyen."_
THE MAN WHO WAS DEAD THOMAS H. KNIGHT 9
_As Jerry's Eyes Fell on the Creature's Head, He Shuddered--for the
Face Was Nothing but Bone, with Dull-brown Skin Stretched Taut over It.
A Skeleton That Was Alive!_
MONSTERS OF MOYEN ARTHUR J. BURKS 18
_"The Western World Shall be Next!" Was the Dread Ultimatum of the
Half-monster, Half-god Moyen._
VAMPIRES OF VENUS ANTHONY PELCHER 47
_Leslie Larner, an Entomologist Borrowed from the Earth, Pits Himself
Against the Night-flying Vampires That Are Ravaging the Inhabitants
BRIGANDS OF THE MOON RAY CUMMINGS 60
_Out of Awful Space Tumbled the Space-ship Planetara Towards the
Moon, Her Officers Dead, With Bandits at Her Helm--and the Controls
Out of Order!_
THE SOUL SNATCHER TOM CURRY 101
_From Twenty Miles Away Stabbed the "Atom-filtering" Rays to Allen
Baker in His Cell in the Death House._
THE RAY OF MADNESS CAPTAIN S. P. MEEK 112
_Dr. Bird Uncovers a Dastardly Plot, Amazing in its Mechanical
Ingenuity, Behind the Apparently Trivial Eye Trouble of the
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The Man Who Was Dead
_By Thomas H. Knight_
[Illustration: "_I was dead._"]
As Jerry's eyes fell on the creature's head, he shuddered--for the
face was nothing but bone, with dull-brown skin stretched taut over
it. A skeleton that was alive!
It was a wicked night, the night I met the man who had died. A bitter,
heart-numbing night of weird, shrieking wind and flying snow. A few
black hours I will never forget.
"Well, Jerry, lad!" my mother said to me as I pushed back from the table
and started for my sheepskin coat and the lantern in the corner of the
room. "Surely you're not going out a night like this? Goodness gracious,
Jerry, it's not fit!"
"Can't help it, Mother," I replied. "Got to go. You've never seen me
miss a Saturday night yet, have you now?"
"No. But then I've never seen a night like this for years either. Jerry,
I'm really afraid. You may freeze before you even get as far as--"
"Ah, come now, Mother," I argued. "They'd guy me to death if I didn't
sit in with the gang to-night. They'd chaff me because it was too cold
for me to get out. But I'm no pampered sissy, you know, and I want to