_Incorruptible, The Assassin. The best you
could do was to buy the delicate Kri-Kri death._
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
Planet Stories July 1953.
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
The monotonous cry of the kri-kri hushed with a clap of silence that
snapped the young doctor upright in bed. Konrad had stolen his lovely
wife. Was it a dream? His hand moved to find Kit's smooth, gently
slumbering back. He smiled, already fuddled as to what had awakened
him, and settled back comfortably again, stroking his hand along the
curve of her body with a certain sleepy pride.
Three months, he thought, and Kit would bear him their first child, a
pioneer five light-years from the ancestral home of his protoplasm. I
wonder if he will take as long to settle down as I did?