Their Majesties' Bucketeers

Some thing flashed and a great roar deafened the audience. When the smoke and green-tinged vapor cleared, a lamviin alien - what was left of it, anyway - lay dead before the horrified gaze of several hundred eyewitnesses. Responsibility for solving the crime lay squarely on the three shoulders of Bucketeer-Inquirer Mav. But the windowless rokm had been locked, no one saw the killer, and the murder weapon itself was a mystery.