Modem day Fausts raise hell among the skyscrapers of Manhattan—and conjure up daemons in the heart of downtown New York!
Hell On Earth
High voltage novelette of Satan in tuxedo—
by Robert Bloch
"She stood surrounded by the bobbing, weaving shapes . . ."
". . . and behind her was caged the figure of Satan!"
1. Devil's Brew
"Let me ask you a question," said my visitor. "Would you go to hell for ten thousand dollars?"
"Brother, just show me the money and tell me when the next train leaves," I told him.
"I'm serious."
I sat back and did my goldfish imitation—staring with my mouth open. I'm pretty good at it.
But Professor Keith was pretty good at looking serious. Too good. After a minute I closed my mouth and just stared.
"Wait a minute," I said. "You haven't got a cloven hoof. You didn't appear out of a cloud of smoke. You're not crazy, and you don't take drugs. You're Professor Phillips Keith, Associate Director of Rocklynn Institute. And you're offering me ten thousand dollars to go to hell."
