Description:AND WE DON'T HAVE THAT MUCH TIME . .
.
They didn't have any time left, Bucher reflected
grimly.
Only this morning the city of Tucson, Arizona had
received a message from the King of Spades that
Tucson was soon to be blasted off the map.
Bucher took the little Derringer Barbe had given
him from the vest pocket of his coat and began toying
with it as he returned to reading the newspaper
from Tangiers, Et Qubyia. He glanced at his watch,
then grimaced self-consciously as a warm excitement
began stealing over him. It was almost time
for the Twitty Andovin Show. Love was an unfamiliar
emotion for 'The Butcher."
But very soon, unless the King of Spades were
found and destroyed, there would be no Twitty
Andovin Show, and no Twitty Andovin apartment
where they could meet after the show . . . nor anything
else, nothing the greatest nation on earth had
grown to accept as normal and routine.
Could this nation actually be brought to its knees
by a maniac and his bombs? Could "The Butcher"
—just one man—possibly save the situation before
an entire city went up in flpm^$