A Grue of Ice

My hands were already at Walter's throat as he fought to get clear of his harness. I kicked his feet from under him as he fumbled. I was still held in the strait-jacket grip of the Hotchkiss harness. Walter fell rolled dragged himself on one elbow pullin the Luger from his waistband. He raised the automatic to fire. <p>'Hurtles into a maelstrom of action and suspense' <br>Sunday Times <p>'All the sustained excitement of a thriller in the boundless wastes of the Antarctic!' <br>Illustrated London News<p> 'Vivid and exciting.' <br>Punch