Lucifer wasn’t sure that just the right improvements had been made in Hell. So he used a dash of sulfur with Satanic skill.
ntally, my compliments on the good work you did on the road."
"Egad, boss," Moloch complained, "why can't you stay home more and line things up for us?"
"Time enough--" Nick sniffed, scowled, then pointed toward a thick pillar near the rear of the big room. "I smell an interloper. Thammuz, Dagon, drag 'im up here! Beel, I fancy he's the one who forged your signature."
Beelzebub rose in anger when a shadowy figure darted for the door. The intruder moved as fast as any wraith but the two former gods were too quick for him. A brief struggle, then they dragged the eavesdropper before the throne where they held him upside down.
"It's the Paperhanger!" Beelzebub roared.
"I guessed that from Charon's description," Nick said calmly. "He's siding with the Reds again--Smell him? Stand up, Adolf, and hear your sentence!"
"I didn't do a thing, Your Majesty," Hitler began, but the hot, glowing eyes were too much to face. His knees buckled and he sank, groveling, on the floor. "Did
