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A scared man wearing a suit stands in the centre of whirling curves while feminine hands reach out at him from all sides.

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The Music From Infinity

By THORP McCLUSKY


That furious, triumphal piano playing; was it from somewhere in the
Infinite—or from the dying brain of a murderer in the electric chair?


"It's twenty-five minutes past eleven right now," my good friend John Chambers said, "and at twelve o'clock midnight he's scheduled to die. You know why I got you over here tonight; because you're a screwy piano-player. as screwy as they come, I guess—and God knows if anybody in this world is psychic

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