But the Hellflower's perfume turned any woman into any man's woman.
The haunting, pungent scent aroused desires too fierce to be slaked by
ordinary passions--and left its victims burnt-out husks!
Charles Farradyne knew that no woman could resist the Hellflower. Yet
Carolyn, the girl he wanted above all to possess, smiled when he gave
her the deadly bloom--smiled and inhaled the perfumed poison....
HELLFLOWER is the fantastic story of a lovely woman who was not quite
human--and of a man who went through heaven and hell to win her.
1
The book had been thrown at Charles Farradyne. Then they had added the
composing room, the printing press and the final grand black smear of
printer's ink. So when Howard Clevis located Farradyne working in the
fungus fields of Venus four years later, he found a beaten man who no
longer burned with resentment because he was all burned out. Farradyne
looked up dully when Clevis came into the squalid rooming house.
"I am Howard Clevis," said the visitor.
"Fine," mumbled Farradyne. "So?" He looked at one of the few white
shirts in a thousand miles and grunted disapprovingly.
"I've a job for you, Farradyne."
"Who do you want killed?"
"Take it easy. You're the Charles Farradyne who--"
"Who dumped the Semiramide into The Bog, and you're Santa Claus, here
to undo it?"
"This is on the level, Farradyne."
Farradyne laughed shortly, but the sound was all scorn and no humor.
While his raw bark was still echoing in the room, Farradyne added,
"Drop it, Clevis. With a thousand licensed spacemen handy everywhere,
willing to latch onto an honest buck, any man that comes half way
across Venus to offer Farradyne a job can't be on the level."
Clevis eyed Farradyne calculatingly. "I should think you might enjoy
the chance."
"I'm a bum, but I'm no murderer."
"I told you--"
"You've said a lot of nothing. So you came here to offer me a legit?"
"Yes."
"It doesn't look good."
Clevis smiled calmly. He had the air of a man who knew what he
was doing. He was medium tall, a sprinkle of gray in his hair and
determined lines near the eyes and across the forehead. There was
character in his face, but nothing to show whether this character was
high or low. Just strong and no doubt about it. "I'm here, Farradyne,
just because of the way it looks. The fact is that I need you. I know
you're bitter, but--."
"Bitter!" roared Farradyne, getting to his feet and stalking across the
wretched little room toward Clevis. "Bitter? My God! They haul me home
on a shutter so they can give me a fair trial before they kick me out.
You don't think I like it in this rat hole, do you?"
"No, I don't. But listen, will you?"
"Nobody listened to me, why should I listen to you?"
"Because I have something to say," said Clevis pointedly. "Do you want
to hear it?"
"Go ahead."
"I'm Howard Clevis of the Solar Anti-Narcotics Department."
"Well, I haven't any. I don't use any. And I don't have much truck with
them that do."
"No one is on trial here and nothing that you say can be used in any
way. That's why I came alone. You're on the wrong trolley. But I'll
tell you this, Farradyne, if I were in your shoes I'd do anything at
all to get out of this muck field."
"Some things even a bum won't do. And I don't owe you anything."
"Wrong. When you dumped the Semiramide into The Bog four years ago, you
killed one of our best operatives. We need you, Farradyne, and you owe
us one. Now?"
"When I dumped the Semiramide no one would listen to me. Do you want to
listen to me now?"
"No, I don't."
"I got a raw deal."
"So did the man you killed."
"I didn't kill anybody!" yelled Farradyne.
Clevis eyed him calmly even though Farradyne was large enough to take
the smaller, older man's hide off. "I am not here to argue that point,"
he said. "And I don't intend to. Regardless of how you feel, I'm
offering you a chance to get out of this mess. It's a space job."
"What makes you think I'll play stool pigeon?"
"It's no informer's job. It's space piloting."
"I'll bet."
"You bet and I'll cover it a thousand to one."
Farradyne sat down on the dingy bed. "Go ahead and talk, Clevis. I'll
listen."
Clevis dug into his briefcase and brought out a flower. "Do you know
what this is?" he asked, handing the blossom to Farradyne.