Meet Sam Space...the best private eye on this or any other Earth. Trained in seventeen forms of solar combat, he can snap the trunk of a small pine tree with a double reverse dropkick . . . providing his shoes are on. He broke a toe once trying it barefoot. He's also a sucker for a pretty girl's sob story . . . even if she does have three heads. After all, numbers don't count--it's what you do with the body beneath. And when the solar system is threatened with final destruction, the body beneath teams up with Sam on an impossible journey to the planets and across time in one of the wildest and funniest science fiction novels ever written.(May 1975, William F. Nolan, publ. Magnum Books, #74778, $1.50, 174pp, pb) Cover: Gene Szafran