The mad Emperor, warrior descendant of the ravagers of Asia, unleashed a new, horrible, ingenious weapon against the American people. While slant-eyed Mongols bent over a powerful death-machine, a thousand miles away, the air became unbreathable! Men and women and children — all living things — gasped for life-giving oxygen, and with searing, heaving lungs, fell strangled by the mysterious, deadly element. Against these demoniacal hordes, one man alone — Operator #5 — struggles while red revolt and destruction blasts America!
Jimmy Christopher was the star of the most audacious pulp magazine ever conceived. Jimmy belonged to the clean-cut, square-jaw, clear-eyed breed of hero made popular by the F. B. I. back in those grim days. He carried a Colt automatic and wore a flexible rapier concealed in the hollow of his leather belt. A gold skull ornament dangled from a vest-pocket watch chain. It contained a fast-acting poison in case of capture by enemy agents. Jimmy Christopher played a very dangerous game, of which he was a past master.
Working for Agent Z-7, head of an unnamed branch of U. S. Intelligence in the decade before the C. I. A. was ever envisioned, Operator #5 was assisted by newspaperman Diane Elliott, a two-fisted street kid named Tim Donovan, as well as his twin sister, Nan Donovan. Jimmy’s father, a retired operative himself, often backed him up with sound advice on the fine art of counter-espionage.
Into this unprecedented crisis plunged Jimmy Christopher. Only one man, but a man who embodied the American spirit — and stands prepared to perish to protect his country.
The Green Death Mists is read with stirring intensity by Milton Bagby. Originally published in the November, 1934 issue of Operator #5 magazine.