Star of Danger [antikvár]

The bandit leader gestured Larry to sit on the ' bench, and then drew a strange jewel stone that flashed blue out from a cloth. "I hardly dare to hope you will make this easy for me—or yourself. But you are going to read this for me, no matter what I have to do to persuade you." Larry felt his hand tremble as the stone was put into it. He raised his eyes. . . . Blinding pain thrust through his head while shadows became forms in the blue glare of the jewel stone. The forms became clearer—a group of men riding, the face of Lorill Hastur shrouded in a gray hood, the outline of the spaceport HQ building. Larry suddenly became aware of what was happening. Somehow, through this magical stone, and somfe power of his own, he was transmitting pictures of actual events to the raiders. A blind fiiry surged up in him at the cruel man who was using him this way—such a flare of hatred as he had never felt. As Larry's wrath surged high and red, the bandit drew a gasping breath of agony and doubled over in anguish. . . .