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36 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 1, 1941
"I wissh you joy of yourr new home," he purred. Like many Martians, he was braced upright on his lower tentacles by hoops and buckles around his bladdery body, so that he had roughly a human form, over which lay a strange loose armor of light plates.
Fitzhugh Parr glowered back.
"It wasn't for murder!" exploded Parr. "I struck in self-defense!"