Ah! A gutteral voice gave a grunt of triumph and two steely hands clamped around his wrist and screwed it unmercifully. Nick yelled involuntarily and clawed uselessly aat the fingers. One savage twist, and his borrowed Luger dropped. He cursed under his breath and struck back with his left hand, a knife-like blow that found a yielding groin and caused another grunt, this one not triumphant. A knee jolted into his back with almost spine-shattering force and the two invisible arms fastened around his neck and squeezed.

1965.