HAVE you ever stood on the seashore, with the breakers rolling at your feet, and imagined what the scene would be like if the ocean water were gone?

EVERY great religion has as its psychological reason for existence the mission of compensating for some crying, unsatisfied human need.

We were going on some mysterious cruise to the South Seas, the details of which I did not know.

We had been captured by a race of gigantic beetles.

MY solution of the message practically ends the story.

BENDA conducted me personally to a room very much like an ordinary hotel room.

"When I am finished, Dale, I shall probably kill you."