This is the peak of excitement, right here. Hot, nasty, all-Jarvis mixture heating. There's 130 pages like this, and there aren't any aliens, really; like all sci-fi projects with low budgets, the aliens have assumed human form. Why, Jarvis could be one of them for all I know. I'm not going to read the book to find out - Oh, okay. Seems our hero has some sand from an alien crash sight, and he wants it analyzed. So he drives to the nearest town, and asks a policeman where the nearest chemist might be. The policeman directs him to a building a few blocks up the street. (I'm not kidding.) Mr. Jarvis runs a lab in room 203. He determines that the sand does not seem to be from Planet Earth. Apparently that's the sort of snap diagnosis one small-town freelance chemist can make with a bunsen burner. Our hero pays him, and leaves.

I'll spare you any additional pictures.