Edward Everett Evans

“ Hanlon saw that just beyond the edge of it there were heavy forests—almost a jungle, but strange and alien.
As they drew nearer and finally entered it, the young SS man saw that this was, indeed, unlike any jungle or forest he had ever seen or heard about. Tall trees whose branches writhed as though alive, yet never attacked one. ”

“ The superintendent looked at him piercingly for a long moment, as though trying to decide whether this was genuine or subtle sarcasm. He must have decided it was the former, for he relaxed a bit. “Yeah,” he growled in a deep bass that seemed meant to be pleasant now. “It takes a lot of study and a good mind to learn what I know. Very few men can make the grade.”
And Hanlon, who was by necessity swiftly becoming a good judge of character, knew he had this man pegged, and that while he would be dangerous if crossed, could be handled adroitly. ”

“ A quarter hour later the man summoned him, and upon entering that now-familiar room Hanlon saw a closet door was standing open, disclosing a visiphone screen, on which the leader's face was visible.
“Well?”
“Yep.”
“Ah!” There was a quick intake of breath, and a feral gleam in those greenish eyes. A moment's silence, then “Do you still want that overseer's job?”
“For a thousand a month and keep? Definitely!”
“Very well, we'll try you. Zeller will give you a list of things you'll need there—special clothing and such. Uh ... got any money to buy those you don't have?” ”