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After Perry Rhodan’s fortunate return from Druuf captivity, the political situation in the Sol system had
once more stabilized.

However, for understandable reasons it no longer seem advisable to officially seek a formal alliance with
the Druufs, no matter how much they may also be enemies of the Regent of Arkon.

Then a plan offers itself that will not only lend itself to maintaining the continuing existence of the Solar
Imperium but also will decisively weaken the two great competitors for mastery of the Galaxy, Arkon
and Druufon!

The plan brings to the fore Julian Tifflor—the "cosmic decoy"—once again, and Tifflor, kept young like
all the other leading personalities of the Solar Imperium by the cell renewal on Wanderer, plays a cosmic
game of chess with skill and determination.




1/ TIFF ABDUCTED!



JULIAN TIFFLOR was certain that he had never seen the two men before. They were young, rather
slovenly dressed, and each held a small thermobeamer in his hand. The weapons were aimed directly at
Tifflor’s chest

Tifflor thought over his situation and decided that there was nothing else he could do but do what the
two gentlemen wanted—whatever that was. He was not afraid. He was in the middle of the great city of
Terrania. He had just stepped out of the restaurant where he had eaten supper and the street lay broad
and empty before him. It was too late for pedestrians. A few autos glided past on the trafficways but they
were too far away for their occupants to be able to see what two holdup men were doing with the
uniformed man at the edge of the street.

The situation was not at all favourable for Tifflor. As he had left, the restaurant had had only a few
customers. It would be some time before the next guest came out. But for the moment Tifflor still thought
the two men were simple bums. They were out for money and had thought they would have the best
chance of finding a victim in the vicinity of a high-class restaurant. Tomorrow, when it became known that
Col. Julian Tifflor of the Terran spacefleet had vanished and the vast and powerful apparatus of the police
was being set into motion, the two men would be overcome by fear and quickly let him go—if he had not
thought of anything better by then himself.

When one of the two asked if the grey car parked at the curb belonged to him, he answered almost
cheerfully: "Yes, of course. Nice car, isn’t it?"

The man didn’t seem to possess much in the way of a sense of humour. "Shut up and get in!" he
ordered, motioning pointedly with his gun-hand. "In the back seat!"

Tifflor did not move. "I am a colonel," he said dryly. "I take orders only from generals."

He had not been paying attention to the other man. He heard a quick step next to him, then felt a blow
on his skull. He staggered and fell almost to the ground, when hands grabbed him roughly under his