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DEATH STALKS THE U.N.
Maxwell Grant
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? CHAPTER I
? CHAPTER II
? CHAPTER III
? CHAPTER IV
? CHAPTER V
? CHAPTER VI
? CHAPTER VII
? CHAPTER VIII
? CHAPTER IX
? CHAPTER X
? CHAPTER XI
? CHAPTER XII
? CHAPTER XIII
? CHAPTER XIV
? CHAPTER XV
? CHAPTER XVI

CHAPTER I
"THE PURPOSE for which this august body was originally formed is being flouted by a handful of willful
men. It is time, and past time, that my country, Ruravia, which has been used as a sort of football in
international affairs, be granted some kind of surcease!"

Dom Brassle, representative from Ruravia, paused and drank some water. His throat was dry. He
looked around the room. It was a familiar sight. Movies, papers, magazines, all had presented every
corner of the meeting place to the world. The United Nations, the only hope for peace that seemed to
have the slightest chance of surviving postwar squabbles, was in session.

"I had hoped that what I am to say would not have been necessary. But events have forced me to..."

The sound when it came, was about like that of two polite palms meeting in a gesture of applause. A
spat. No one even noticed it or would ever have commented on it, but for the fact that just before the
slight sound, Dom Brassle stiffened.

His knuckles tightened their hold on the desk in front of him. He said and his voice was low, "I will
speak, my voice will be heard, for it must!"

He swallowed and it was painful to watch the process. He forced the saliva down his dry throat. Once
again he opened his mouth to speak. But it was futile. Not even his magnificent will could hold his body
and mind together.
He fell to the floor. His fine straight back, the shock of white hair, so easy to caricature that it had made
his features familiar to every newspaper reader, all, back, head, broad shoulders, shook. He tried to
force himself up on all fours.

It was only then that his assistant, body guard and best friend Yerkes Sarri, ran to his side. He bent over