The Golden Age of Science Fiction Vol. XIII by Various

Author:Various [various]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Science Fiction
Goodreads: 9428948
Publisher: Halcyon Press Ltd
Published: 2010-08-26T04:00:00+00:00

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WORLD BEYOND PLUTO

A “Johnny Mayhem” Adventure

By Stephen Marlowe

Johnny Mayhem, one of the most popular series characters ever to appear in AMAZING, has been absent too long. So here’s good news for Mayhem fans; another great adventure of the Man of Many Bodies.

They loaded the over-age spaceship at night because Triton’s one spaceport was too busy with the oreships from Neptune during the day to handle it.

“Symphonies!” Pitchblend Hardesty groaned. Pitchblend Hardesty was the stevedore foreman and he had supervised upwards of a thousand loadings on Triton’s crowded blastways, everything from the standard mining equipment to the innards of a new tavern for Triton City’s so-called Street of Sin to special anti-riot weapons for the Interstellar Penitentiary not 54 miles from Triton City, but never a symphony orchestra. And most assuredly never, never an all-girl symphony orchestra.

“Symphonies!” Pitchblend Hardesty groaned again as several stevedores came out on the blastway lugging a harp, a base fiddle and a kettle drum.

“Come off it, Pitchblend,” one of the stevedores said with a grin. “I didn’t see you staying away from the music hall.”

That was true enough, Pitchblend Hardesty had to admit. He was a small, wiry man with amazing strength in his slim body and the lore of a solar system which had been bypassed by thirtieth century civilization for the lures of interstellar exploration in his brain. While the symphony—the all-girl symphony—had been playing its engagement at Triton’s make-shift music hall, Hardesty had visited the place three times.

“Well, it wasn’t the music, sure as heck,” he told his critic now. “Who ever saw a hundred girls in one place at one time on Triton?”

The stevedore rolled his eyes and offered Pitchblend a suggestive whistle. Hardesty booted him in the rump, and the stevedore had all he could do to stop from falling into the kettle drum.

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Just then a loud bell set up a lonely tolling and Pitchblend Hardesty exclaimed: “Prison break!”

The bell could be heard all over the two-hundred square miles of inhabitable Triton, under the glassite dome which enclosed the small city, the spaceport, the immigration station for nearby Neptune and the Interstellar Penitentiary. The bell hadn’t tolled for ten years; the last time it had tolled, Pitchblend Hardesty had been a newcomer on Neptune’s big moon. That wasn’t surprising, for Interstellar Penitentiary was as close to escape-proof as a prison could be.

“All right, all right,” Pitchblend snapped. “Hurry up and get her loaded.”

“What’s the rush?” one of the stevedores asked. “The gals ain’t even arrived from the hotel yet.”

“I’ll tell you what the rush is,” Pitchblend declared as the bell tolled again. “If you were an escaped prisoner on Triton, just where would you head?”

“Why, I don’t know for sure, Pitchblend.”

“Then I’ll tell you where. You’d head for the spaceport, fast as your legs could carry you. You’d head for an out-going spaceship, because it would be your only hope. And how many out-going spaceships are there tonight?”

“Why, just two or three.”

“Because all our business is in the daytime.

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