She was a big woman…all over. Her skin was like a finely polished marble, her eyes a dark shade of midnight. She had the most perfectly formed body Nick Carter had ever seen. He ached to think of the pleasures her body had given him, but the sixth sense of a hunter warned him to beware. He closed his eyes until they were narrow slits, waiting, watching for the move he knew she would make. Something moved at the top of his small field of vision. Some sort of film lowered over his head and he heard a delicate hissing sound. So that's how they did it! With the Hood of Death. A hood of silk thin plastic, with a tiny capsule at one end.

1968.