And On The Eighth Day By 

Ellery Queen 


His bags were packed. His Dusesenberg had a tank full af gas. And Ellery Queen had a head full of New Year's booze and a stomach full Hollywood strlight and starlets. He was eastward bound. New York-Gotham of Decline and Delight-was on the horizon. And pulling out of California, the last highway sign he saw was: END-OF-THE-WORLD-STORE Last chance To Buy Gas. Next Chance Is Other Side of Desert.  But Ellery's last chance came a little sooner. In a valley that looked like Eden. At the hands of men and women playing God. 

And On The Eighth Day