Zehru of Xollar

Blake's ruggedly good-looking face. His tall athletic figure was stillconspicuous for the lithe strength that had made him an All-Westerntackle less than two years ago.Standing beside Blake's husky figure, Helen Lawton looked like a tiny,very perfect, blonde doll, with an exquisitely molded face framed incurly bobbed hair that was the clear golden-amber hue of orange honey.There was a diamond sparkling on the ring finger of the girl's slim lefthand, placed there by Blake.It was well after midnight, and the only other passenger waiting on thestation was a burly chap leaning against one of the white pillars on theother side of the platform. After a casual glance at the fellow, withhis derby hat shoved far back from a low forehead, his blatantlyconspicuous clothing, and the suspicious bulge under one arm-pit, Blakehad mentally set him down as a minor gangster, probably a strong-arm manfor some beer mob..."