Temptress of the Time Flow
Originally Published in Marvel Science Stories Vol. 3 Number 1, Nov. 1950
Gardner F Fox
Was this the end of the universe, or the beginning?
Yes, they'd turned Trenton into a hard-bitten space tramp, the breed that beat from Earth to Antares or any other of the seventeen star ports, peddling his disintor of his muscles to the highest bidder . . . . . Could such a monster be loyal to the lovely, gentle golden girl who wanted peace for the universe? Would not he succumb finally to the lure of exciting, red-lipped, red-hair
TRENTON WAS dead, legally. He stood in the bare room that was filled with a roseate, diffused light. There was a plain desk and chair in the far corner above a dark maroon rug on the floor. Two richly colored prints hung across the room from him. He twisted the brim of his space cap in nervous fingers.
The girl receptionist came through the door and smiled at him. "The Interrogator will see you now."
Trenton went past her, catching a faint tint of her expensive Venusian perfume. She smiled at him and closed the door as he went into the next room.Read More