Idiotic pets rate idiotic masters. Tod Denver and Charley, the moondog, made ideal companions as they set a zigzag course for the Martian diggings—paradise for fools.
r's experience with police stations had consisted chiefly of uncomfortable stays as an invited, reluctant guest. To a hard-drinking man, such invitations are both frequent and inescapable. So Tod Denver was uneasy in the presence of such an obviously ill-tempered desk sergeant. Memories are tender documents from past experience, and Denver's experiences had induced extreme sensitivity about jails. Especially Crystal City's jail.
Briefly, he acquainted irritable officialdom with details of his find in the Appenines. The sergeant was fat, belligerent and unphilosophical.
"You stink," said the sergeant, twisting his face into more repulsive suggestion of a distorted rubber mask.
Tod Denver tried to continue. The sergeant cut him off with a rude suggestion.
"So what?" added the official. "Suppose you did run into a murder. Do I care? Maybe you killed the old guy yourself and are trying to cover up. I don't know."
He scowled speculatively at Denver who waited and worried.
A solid 3-star story. Characters are a bit on the outlandish side, and an overshadowing of the melodramatic pervades the tale. However, it's an interesting enough read with an almost decent ending.
Our hero battles the bad guys to seek out a lost Moon mine supposedly filled with treasure. A little action, a little intrigue, and a little romance. Not the greatest literature, but worth the time to see it through.
A space adventure set on Earth's moon. It has a beleaguered hero, a dangerous babe, a ruthless crime lord, and an affectionate, mostly-energy pet that tends to fry electronics when it gets excited. The story is silly (a secret lunar mine abandoned by Martians millennia ago), but the plotting is good and twisty enough to hold my interest.