110- The Rim of Terror

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As Hildegard Teal had tells it in her exciting new novel The Rim of Terror starring Miss Nancy Kelly. I don't know why I gave him a lift even now with the terror gone like I have from Embered Nightmare.

I can't be sure why I stopped the big Bentley convertible on that lonely road in Nevada and gave him a lift. Maybe because he looked so bedraggle standing there, hatless in the rain by the side of the road.

Maybe because he smiled grimly almost with a sneer that was a challenge. I don't know. Anyway, I slammed on the brakes and he walked slowly up to the car. Talk on my big shanuck, stiff and cip, beside me.

Quiet, talko. So you've decided I don't look like too much of a risk. I'm not a talk, please get in you. You look very wet. As a matter of fact, I am very wet. Maxie, talko.

Talko, is it? How are you, talko? He's quite a dog. I bet he could easily kill a man. No, he's really quite well behaved and he wouldn't attack without orders. You have made yourself quite clear.