ALIEN MINDS by E. Everett Evans FANTASY PRESS, INC. READING, PENNSYLVANIA Copyright 1955 by E. Everett Evans No part of this book may be reproduced in any form without permission in writing from the publisher. [Transcriber's Note: Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] FIRST EDITION Printed in U. S. A. by E. Everett Evans Man of Many Minds The Planet Mappers Alien Minds For Mother to whom I owe so much ALIEN MINDS CHAPTER 1 "Were you looking for a roch, nyer?" An oily voice spoke up just by the elbow of George Hanlon. "I have some excellent ones here, sir." "Yes, nyer, I want several, if I can find ones to suit me," the young man replied. Nor could anyone, glancing at him, know he was not a native of this planet, Szstruyyah, which the Inter-Stellar Corpsmen, in self-defense, called "Estrella." For the cosmetic-specialist who handled the secret servicemen's disguises had done a marvelous job in transforming the blond young Corpsman into an Estrellan native. Hanlon continued looking into the outside cages containing these tailless roches, the Estrellan equivalent of wild dogs. "I want eight, all as near the same size, coloring and age as possible." "Eight, did you say?" the merchant looked at him in astonishment. Hanlon, carefully reading the surface of the man's mind, sensed the conflict there between the ethics his religion and philosophy had taught him, his natural love of haggling, and a desire to make as much profit as possible. But he could not sense the slightest suspicion that the man confronting him was not another Estrellan. This was a great relief to Hanlon, for he was still afraid he might be recognized as a stranger and an alien. In his disguise he was still humanoid in shape, and still his five feet eleven inches in height. But in addition to the ragged beard and longish hair, he had undergone outward structural differences that made him seem almost totally unhuman. "That's right. Eight. I want them to be about two years old, in good health. Can you supply them?" "I can if you can pay for them," the native looked somewhat questioningly at Hanlon's cheap clothing. The young secret serviceman smiled, and jingled coins in his pocket. "I can pay." "Then come with me, nyer, and we will find the ones you want."