I wanted to run and scream a warning to everyone but my legs refused to
move and my mouth wouldn’t shout. She had done something to my mind.
As long as I lived, I would _never_ be able to tell anyone about the
strange huntress from another world.
My lips were forever sealed.
She signalled a bus to stop.
I watched her as she boarded the bus, and wondered how many disguises
she would use, and had used in the past. How many men would she meet in
bars, and hotels, on roads and beaches--_everywhere?_
_How long had she been on Earth?_
The bus hurtled down the busy highway.
Transcriber’s note:
This etext was produced from Fantastic Universe, May 1955 (Vol. 3, No.
4.). Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S.
copyright on this publication was renewed.
Obvious errors have been silently corrected in this version, but minor
inconsistencies have been retained as printed.