sured him, ‘‘He says that you may have another thirty or forty years of comparative youth. Of course he is rabid on the subject. But at that I wouldn’t be surprised if you outlived me here, and I’m only forty.’’
"... outlived me here!" The words stuck in Martin Zucker’s mind. ‘‘Here.’’ Just what did the warden mean? -Certainly not the hospital, for the doctor had promised him that. he would be disabled only a week or two.
But ‘‘here!’’ That certainly didn’t mean the odorous pine woods of the north; it didn’t mean the place where he would find the beautiful fairhaired successor to Hilda.
‘‘Here!’” Martin Zucker’s face aged; a terrible thought brought the cold sweat to his brow. He groaned and turned his face to the wall. ‘*Here!’’
Ah! A long time “‘here!" For Martin Zucker, to whom time had meant nothing and to whom the future promised nothing, had suddenly been shown the pricelessness of time and the promise of the future.
The operation had done that. The operation had made him young, too. And the operation promised him...
Another life time in prison. For Martin Zucker was serving a life sentence.
What Do YOU Know About Spiritualism ?
Read the Astounding Exposé of Fraud Mediums—
“The SPIRIT FAKERS
of HERMANNSTADT"
By HOUDINI, The Master Magician
The Most Miraculous True Story Ever Written
The master of escape relates in this thrilling story his adventures when He fell into
the hands of an unscrupulous band of blackmailers and murderers, who threw him,
naked and landcuffed, into the black dungeon of an old castle on the Maros River in
Hungary.. HOUDINI tells how -he exposed their leader, the notorious charlatan
medium Poplens, teacher of Rasputin, the Black Monk of Russia. This gripping
true story, crammed: with excitement and surprizes, together with many other
startling stories, was published serially in fhe 1924 March and April numbers of
WEIRD TALES.
We havé a limited number of these on hand, and, while the supply lasts, will mail
both copies, postage’ prepaid, to any address for
FIFTY CENTS
Address: WEIRD TALES, 325 I N. Capitol Ave., Indianapolis, Ind.
pt. H-
