The shrill screaming continued long after the echoes of the gun's speech had died away. Across the platform from him were two great bodies, the bodies of lions, and yet curiously unlike the beasts in some ways, now that they were dead and dissolving as if corroded by some invisible acid. Carol's hand was on his arm, Carol's thin and breathless voice shook as she said, "A drink--all the drinks you want." "One will do. And you." "And me. I guess you're kind of--kind of useful after all." [Transcriber's Note: This e-text was produced from Space Science Fiction February 1953. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]