[Gutenberg 29027] • Spawn of the Comet

An Excerpt from the book-

Jim Carter read the news dispatch thoughtfully and handed it back to

his chief without comment.

"Well, what do you make of it?"

Miles Overton, city editor of *The New York Press* , shoved his green

eye-shade far back on his bald head and glanced up irritably from his

littered desk.

"I don't know," said Jim.

"You don't know!" Overton snorted, biting his dead cigar impatiently.

"And I suppose you don't know they're finding the damn things right

here in New York, not to mention Chicago, London, Rio and a few other

places," he added.

"Yes, I know about New York. It's a regular egg hunt."

"Egg hunt is right! But why tell me all this now? I didn't see any

mention of 'em in your report of last night's proceedings. Did you see

any?"

"No, but I saw a lot of shooting stars!" said Jim, recalling that

weird experience he and the rest of humanity had passed through so

recently.

"Yeah, I'll say!" Overton lit his wrecked cigar and dragged on it

soothingly. "Now then, getting back to cases--what are these damn

things, anyway? That's what I'd like to know."