Jack Williamson

The Cosmic Express by Jack Williamson Mr. Eric Stokes-Harding tumbled out of the rumpled bed-clothing, a striking slender figure in purple striped pajamas. He smiled fondly across to the other of the twin beds, where Nada, his pretty bride, lay quiet beneath light silk covers. With a groan, he stood up and began a series of fantastic bending exercises. But after a few half-hearted movements, he gave it up, and walked through an open door into a small...