PETRIFIED with astonishment, Richard Seaton stared after the copper steam-bath 
upon which, a moment before, he had beenelectrolyzing his solution of "X," the unknown 
metal. As soon as he had removed the beaker with its precious contents the heavy bath 
had jumped endwise from under his hand as though it were alive. It had flown with 
terrific speed over the table, smashing a dozen reagent-bottles on its way, and straight on 
out through the open window. Hastily setting the beaker down, he seized his binoculars 
and focused them upon the flying bath, which now, to the unaided vision, was merely a 
speck in the distance. Through the glass he saw that it did not fall to the ground, but 
continued on in a straight line, its rapidly diminishing size alone showing the enormous 
velocity at which it was moving. It grew smaller and smaller. In a few seconds it 
disappeared.
        Slowly lowering the binoculars to his side, Seaton turned like a man in a trance. 
He stared dazedly, first at the litter of broken bottles covering the table, and then at the 
empty space under the hood where the bath had stood for so many years.
        Aroused by the entrance of his laboratory helper, he silently motioned him to 
clean up the wreckage.
        "What happened, doctor?"
        "Search me, Dan. . . . wish I knew, myself," Seaton replied, absently, lost in 
wonder at what he had just seen.
        Ferdinand Scott, a chemist from an adjoining laboratory, entered breezily.
        "Hello,Dicky , thought I heard a rack-Good Lord! What you been celebrating? 
Had an explosion?"
        "Uh-uh." Seaton shook his head. "Something funny-darned funny. I can tell you 
what happened, but that's all."
        He did so, and while he talked he prowled about the big room, examining 
minutely every instrument, dial, meter, gauge, and indicator in the place.
        Scott's face showed in turn interest, surprise, and pityingalarm. "Dick, boy, I don't 
know why you wrecked the joint, and I don't know whether that yarn came out of a bottle 
or a needle, but believe me, it stinks. It's an honest-to-God, bottled-in-bondstinkeroo if I 
ever heard one. You'd better layoff the stuff, whatever it is.
        Seeing that Seaton was paying no attention to him, Scott left the room, shaking 
his head.
        Seaton walked slowly to his desk, picked up his blackened and battered briar pipe, 
and sat down. What couldpossibly have happened, to result in such shattering of all the 
natural laws he knew? An inert mass of metalcouldn't flyoff into space without the 
application of a force-in this case an enormous, a really tremendous force-a force 
probably of the order of magnitude of atomic energy. But it hadn't been atomic energy. 
That was out. Definitely. No hard radiation . . . His instruments would have indicated and 
recorded a hundredth of amillimicrocurie , and every one of them had sat placidly on 
dead-centerzero through the whole show.What was that force?
        And where? In the cell? The solution? The bath? Those three places were . . . all 
the places there were.
        Concentrating all the power of his mind-deaf, dumb, and blind to every external 
thing-he sat motionless, with his forgotten pipe clenched between his teeth.
        He sat there while most of his fellow chemists finished, the day’s work and went 
home; sat there while the roomslowly darkened with the coming of night.
        Finally he stood up and turned on the lights. Tapping the stem of his pipe against 
his palm, he spoke aloud. “Absolutely the only unusual incidents in this whole job were a 
slight slopping over of the solution onto the copper and the short-circuiting of the wires 
when I grabbed the beaker . . . wonder if it will repeat. . . ."
        He took a piece of copper wire and dipped it into the solution of the mysterious 
metal. Upon withdrawing it he saw that the wire had changed its appearance, the X 
having apparently replaced a layer of the original metal. Standing well clear of the table, 
he touched the wire with the conductors. There was a slight spark, a snap, and it 
disappeared. Simultaneously there was a sharp sound, like that made by the impact of a 
rifle bullet, and Seaton saw with amazement a small round hole where the wire had gone 
completely through the heavy brick wall. There was power-and how! -but whatever it 
was, it was a fact. A demonstrable fact.
        Suddenly he realized that he was hungry; and, glancingat his watch, saw that it 
wasten o'clock. And he had had a date for dinner at seven with his fiancée at her home, 
their first dinner since their engagement! Cursing himself for an idiot, he hastily left the 
laboratory. Going down the corridor, he saw that Marc DuQuesne, a fellow research man, 
was also working late. He left the building, mounted his motorcycle, and was soon 
tearing upConnecticut Avenuetoward his sweetheart's home.
        On the way, an idea struck him like a blow of a fist. He forgot even his 
motorcycle, and only the instinct of the trained rider saved him from disaster during the 
next few blocks. As he drew near his destination, however, he made a determined effort 
to pull himself together.
        "What a stunt!" he muttered ruefully to himself as he considered what he had 
done. "What a stupid jerk! If she doesn't give me the bum's rush for this I'll never do it 
again if I live to be a million years old!"
         
         
        Chapter 2
         
         
        AS EVENING came on and the fireflies began flashing over the grounds of her 
luxuriousChevy Chasehome, Dorothy Vaneman went upstairs to dress. Mrs.Vaneman's 
eyes followed her daughter's tall, trim figure more than a little apprehensively. She was 
wondering about this engagement. True, Richard was a fine chap and might make a name 
for himself, but at present he was a nobody and, socially, he would always be a nobody . . 
. and men of wealth, of distinction, of impeccable social status, had paid court . . . but 
Dorothy-no, "stubborn" was not too strong a term-when Dorothy made up her mind . . .
        Unaware of her mother's look, Dorothy went happily up the stairs. She glanced at 
the clock, saw that it was only a little after six, and sat down at her dressing table, upon 
which there stood a picture of Richard. A strong, not unhandsome face, with keen, wide-
setgray eyes; the wide brow of the thinker, surmounted by thick, unruly, dark hair; the 
firm, square jaw of the born fighter-such was the man whose vivid personality, fierce 
impetuosity, and indomitable perseverance had set him apart from all other men ever 
since their first meeting, and who had rapidly cleared the field of all other aspirants for 
herfavor . Her breath came faster and her cheeks showed a loveliercolor as she sat there, 
the lights playing in her heavy auburn hair and a tender smile upon her lips.
        Dorothy dressed with unusual care and, the last touches deftly made, went 
downstairs and out upon the porch to wait for her guest.
        Half an hour passed. Mrs. Vaneman came to the door and said anxiously, "I 
wonder if anything could have happened to him?"
        "Of course there hasn't." Dorothy tried to keep all concern out of her voice. 
"Traffic jams-or perhaps he has been picked up again for speeding. CanAlicekeep dinner 
a little longer?"
        "To be sure," her mother answered, and disappeared. But when another half hour 
had passed Dorothy went in, holding her head somewhat higher than usual and wearing a 
say-something-if-you-dare expression.
        The meal was eaten in polite disregard of the unused plate. The family left the 
table. For Dorothy the evening was endless; but at the usual time it wasten o'clock, and 
then ten-thirty, and then Seaton appeared.
        Dorothy opened the door, but Seaton did not come in. He stood close to her, but 
did not touch her. His eyes searched her face anxiously. Upon his face was a look of 
indecision, almost of fright-a look so foreign to his usual expression that the girl smiled 
in spite of herself.
        "I'm awfully sorry, sweetheart, but I couldn't help it. You've got a right to be sore 
and I ought to be kicked from here to there, but are you too sore to let me talk to you for a 
couple of minutes?"
        "I was never so mad at anybody in my life, until I started getting scared witless. I 
simply couldn't and can't believe you'd do anything like that on purpose. Come in."
        He came. She closed the door. He half-extended his arms, then paused, irresolute, 
like a puppy hoping for a pat but expecting a kick. She grinned then, and came into his 
arms.
        "But whathappened, Dick?" she asked later. "Something terrible, to make you act 
like this. I've never seen you act so-so funny."
        "Not terrible, Dotty, just extraordinary. So outrageously extraordinary that before 
I begin I wish you'd look me in the eye and tell me if you have any doubts about my 
sanity."
        She led him into the living room, held his face up to the light, and made apretense 
of studying his eyes.
        "Richard Ballinger Seaton, I certify that you are entirely sane-quite the sanest man 
I ever knew. Now tell me the worst. Did you blow up the Bureau with a C-bomb?"
        "Nothing like that,” he laughed. "Just a thing I can't understand. You know I've 
been reworking the platinum wastes that have been accumulating for the last ten or 
fifteen years."
        "Yes, you told me you'd recovered a small fortune in platinum and some of those 
other metals. You thought you'd found a brand-new one. Did you?"
        "I sure did. After I'd separated out everything I could identify, there was quite a 
lot of something left-something that didn't respond to any tests I knew or could find in the 
literature.
        "That brings us up to today. As a last resort, because there wasn't anything else 
left, I started testing for trans-uranics, and there it was. A stable-almost stable. I mean-
isotope; up where no almost-stable isotopes are supposed to exist. Up where I would've 
bet my last shirt no such isotope couldpossibly exist.
        "Well, I was trying toelectrolyze it out when the fireworks started. The solution 
started to fizz over, so I grabbed the beaker-fast. The wires dropped onto the steam-bath 
and the whole outfit, except the beaker, took off out of the window at six or eight times 
the speed of sound and in a straight line, without dropping a foot in as far as I could keep 
it in sight with a pair ofgood binoculars. And my hunch is that it's still going. That's what 
happened. It's enough to knock any physicist into an outside loop, and with my one-
cylinder brain I got to thinking about it and simply didn't come to until afterten o'clock. 
All I can say is, I'm sorry and I love you.As much as I ever did or could. More, if 
possible. And always will. Can you let it go-this time?"
        "Dick . . . oh, Dick!"
        There was more-much more-but eventually Seaton mounted his motorcycle and 
Dorothy walked beside him down to the street. A final kiss and the man drove away.
        After the last faint glimmer of red tail-light had disappeared In the darkness 
Dorothy made her way to her room, breathing along and slightly tremulous, but 
supremely happy sigh.
         
        Chapter 3
         
        SEATON'S childhood had been spent in the mountains of northernIdaho, a region 
not much out of the pioneer stage and offering few inducements to intellectual effort. He 
could only dimly remember his mother, a sweet, gentle woman with a great love for 
books; but his father, "Big Fred" Seaton, a man of but one love, almost filled the vacant 
place. Fred owned a quarter-section of virgin white-pine timber, and in that splendid 
grove he established a home for himself and his motherless boy.
        In front of the cabin lay a level strip of meadow, beyond which rose a 
magnificent, snow-crowned peak that caught the earliest rays of the sun.
        This mountain, dominating the entire countryside, was to the boy a challenge, a 
question, and a secret. He accepted the challenge, scaling its steep sides, hunting its 
forests, and fishing its streams. He toughened his sturdy young body by days and nights 
upon its slopes. He puzzled over the question of its origin as he lay upon the needles 
under some monster pine. He put staggering questions to his father; and when in books he 
found some partial answers his joy was complete. He discovered some of the mountain's 
secrets then-some of the laws that govern the world of matter, some of the beginnings 
man's mind has made toward understanding the hidden mechanism of Nature's great 
simplicity.
        Each taste of knowledge whetted his appetite for more. Books! Books! More and 
more he devoured them; finding in them meat for the hunger that filled him, answers to 
the questions that haunted him.
        After Big Fred lost his life in the forest fire that destroyed his property, Seaton 
turned his back upon the woods forever. He worked his way through high school and won 
a scholarship at college. Study was a pleasure to his keen mind; and he had ample time 
for athletics. for which his backwoods life had fitted him outstandingly. He went out for 
everything. and excelled in football and tennis.
        In spite of the fact that he had to work his way he was popular with his college 
mates, and his popularity was not lessened by an almost professional knowledge of 
sleight-of-hand. His long fingers could move faster than the eye could follow, and many a 
lively college party watched in vain to see how he did what he did.
        After graduating with the highesthonors as a physical chemist, he was appointed 
research fellow in a great university, where he won his Ph.D. by brilliant research upon 
rare metals-his dissertation having the lively title of "Some Observations upon Certain 
Properties of Certain Metals, Including CertainTransUranic Elements." Soon afterward 
he had his own room in the Rare Metals Laboratory, inWashington,D.C.
        He was a striking figure-well over six feet in height, broad-shouldered, narrow-
waisted, a man of tremendous physical strength. He did not let himself grow soft in his 
laboratory job, but kept in hard, fine condition. He spent most of his spare time playing 
tennis, swimming, and motorcycling.
        As a tennis player he quickly became well know inWashingtonsporting and social 
circles. During the District Tournament he met M. Reynolds Crane-known to only a very 
few intimates as "Martin"-themutli -millionaire explorer-archaeologist-sportsman who 
was then District singles champion. Seaton had cleared the lower half of the list and 
played Crane in the final round. Crane succeeded in retaining his title, but only after five 
of the most bitterly contested sets ever seen inWashington.
        Impressed by Seaton's powerful slashing game, Crane suggested that they train 
together as a doubles team. Seaton accepted instantly, and the combination was highly 
effective.
        Practicing together almost daily, each came to know the other as a man of his own 
kind, and a real friendship grew up between them. When the Crane-Seaton team had won 
the District Championship and had gone to the semi-finals of the National before losing, 
the two were upon a footing which most brothers could have envied. Their friendship was 
such that neither Crane's immense wealth and high social standing nor Seaton's 
comparative poverty and lack of standing offered any obstacle whatever. Their 
comradeship was the same, whether they were in Seaton's modest room or in Crane's 
palatial yacht.
        Crane had never known the lack of anything that money could buy. He had 
inherited his fortune and had little or nothing to do with its management, preferring to 
delegate that job to financial specialists. However, he was in no sense an idle rich man 
with no purpose in life. As well as being an explorer and an archaeologist and a 
sportsman, he was also an engineer-a good one-and a rocket-instrument man second to 
none in the world. The old Crane estate inChevy Chasewas now, of course, Martin's, and 
he had left it pretty much as it was. He had, however, altered one room, the library, and it 
was now peculiarly typical of the man. It was a large room, very long, with many 
windows. At one end was a huge fireplace, before which Crane often sat with his long 
legs outstretched, studying one or several books from the cases close at hand. The 
essential furnishings were of a rigid simplicity, but the treasures he had gathered 
transformed the room into a veritable museum.
        He played no instrument, but in a corner stood a magnificent piano, bare of any 
ornament; and a Stradivarius reposed in a special cabinet. Few people were asked to play 
either of those instruments; but to those few Crane listened in silence, and his brief words 
of thanks showed his real appreciation of music. He made few friends, not because he 
hoarded his friendship, but because, even more than most rich men, he had been forced to 
erect around his real self an almost impenetrable screen. As for women, Crane frankly 
avoided them, partly because his greatest interests in life were things in which women 
had neither interest or place, but mostly because he had for years been the prime target of 
the man-hunting debutants and the matchmaking mothers of three continents.
        Dorothy Vaneman with whom he had become acquainted through his friendship 
with Seaton, had been admitted to his friendship. Her frank comradeship was a 
continuing revelation, and it was she who had last played for him.
        She and Seaton had been caught near his home by a sudden shower and had 
dashed in for shelter. While the rain beat outside, Crane had suggested that she pass the 
time by playing his "fiddle". Dorothy, a Doctor of Music and an accomplished violinist, 
realized with the first sweep of the bow that she was playing an instrument such as she 
had known only in her dreams, and promptly forgot everything else. She forgot the rain, 
the listeners, the time, and the place; she simply poured into that wonderful violin 
everything she had of beauty, of tenderness, of artistry.
        Sure, true, and full the tones filled the big room, and in Crane's vision there rose a 
home filled with happy work, with laughter and companionship. Sensing the girl's dreams 
as the music filled his ears, he realized as never before in his busy and purposeful life 
what a home with the right woman could be like.
        No thought of love for Dorothy entered his mind-he knew that the love existing 
between her and Dick was of the sort that only death could alter-but he knew that she had 
unwittingly given him a great gift. Often thereafter in his lonely hours he saw that dream 
home, and knew that nothing less than its realization would ever satisfy him.
         
        Chapter 4
         
        RETURNING to his boarding house, Seaton undressed and went to bed, but not 
to sleep. He knew that he had seen what could very well become a workable space-drive 
that afternoon. . . . After an hour of trying to force himself to sleep he gave up, went to 
his desk, and started to study. The more he studied, the more strongly convinced he 
became that this first thought was right-the thingcould become a space-drive.
        By breakfast time he had the beginnings of a tentative theory roughed out, and 
also had gained some idea of the nature and magnitude of the obstacles to overcome.
        Arriving at the Laboratory, he found that Scott had spread the news of his 
adventure, and his room was soon thecenter of interest. He described what he had seen 
and done to the impromptu assembly of scientists, and was starting in on the explanation 
he had deduced when he was interrupted by Ferdinand Scott.
        "Quick, Dr. Watson, the needle!" he exclaimed. Seizing a huge pipette from a 
rack, he went through the motions of injecting its contents into Seaton's arm.
        "Itdoes sound like a combination of science-fiction and Sherlock Holmes," one of 
the visitors remarked.
        "'NobodyHolme ,' you mean," Scott said, and a general chorus of friendly 
butskeptical jibes followed.
        "Wait a minute, you hidebound dopes, and I'll show you!" Seaton snapped. He 
dipped a short piece of copper wire into his solution.
        It did not turn brown; and when he touched it with his conductors, nothing 
happened. The group melted away. As they left, some of the men maintained a pitying 
silence, butSeaton heard one half-smothered chuckle and several remarks about "cracking 
under the strain."
        Bitterly humiliated at the failure of his demonstration, Seaton scowled morosely 
at the offending wire. Why should the thing work twice yesterday and not even once 
today? He reviewed his theory and could find to flaw in it. There must have been 
something going last night that wasn't going now . . . something capable of affecting 
ultra-fine structure. . . . It had to be either in the room or very close by . . . and no 
ordinary generator or X-ray machine could possibly have had any effect. . . .
        There was one possibility-only one. The machine in DuQuesne's room next to his 
own, the machine he himself had, every once in a while, helped rebuild.
        It was not a cyclotron, not abetatron . In fact, it had as yet no official name. 
Unofficially, it was the "whatsitron," or the "maybetron," or the "itaintsotron" or anyone 
of many less descriptive and more profane titles which he, DuQuesne, and the other 
researchers used among themselves. It did not take up much room. It did not weigh ten 
thousand tons. It did not require a million kilowatts of power. Nevertheless it was-
theoretically-capable of affecting super-fine structure.
        But in the next room? Seaton doubted it.
        However, there was nothing else, and it had been running the night before-its 
glare was unique and unmistakable. Knowing that DuQuesne would turn his machine on 
very shortly, Seaton sat in suspense, staring at the wire. Suddenly the subdued reflection 
of the familiar glare appeared on the wall outside his door-and simultaneously the treated 
wire turned brown.
        Heaving a profound sigh of relief, Seaton again touched the bit of metal with the 
wires from theRedeker cell. It disappeared instantaneously with a high whining sound. 
        Seaton started for the door, to call hisneighbors in for another demonstration, but 
in mid-stride changed his mind. He wouldn't tell anybody anything until he knew 
something about the thing himself. He had to find out what it was, what it did, how and 
why it did it, and how-or if-it could be controlled. That meant time, apparatus and, above 
all, money. Money meant Crane; and Mart would be interested, anyway.
        Seaton made out a leave-slip for the rest of the day, and was soon piloting his 
motorcycle outConnecticut Avenueand into Crane's private drive. Swinging under the 
imposingporte-cochère he jammed on his brakes and stopped in a shower of gravel, a 
perilous two inches from granite. He dashed up the steps and held his finger firmly 
against the bell button. The door was opened hastily by Crane's Japanese servant, whose 
face lit up on seeing the visitor.
        "Hello,Shiro . Is thehonorable son of Heaven up yet?"
        "Yes, sir, but he is at present in his bath."
        "Tell him to snap it up, please. Tell him I've got a thing on the fire that'll break 
him right off at the ankles."
        Bowing the guest to a chair in the library,Shiro hurried away. Returning shortly, 
he placed before Seaton thePost , theHerald , and a jar of Seaton'sfavorite brand of 
tobacco, and said, with his unfailing bow, "Mr. Crane will appear in less than one 
moment, sir."
        Seaton filled and lit his briar and paced up and down the room, smoking furiously. 
In a short time Crane came in.
        "Good morning, Dick." The men shook hands cordially. "Your message was 
slightly garbled in transmission. Something about a fire and ankles is all that came 
through. What fire? And whose ankles were-or are about to be-broken?"
        Seaton repeated. "Ah, yes, I thought it must have been something like that. While 
I have breakfast, will you have lunch?"
        "Thanks, Mart, guess I will. I was too excited to eat much of anything this 
morning." A table appeared and the two men sat down at it. "I'll just spring it on you 
cold, I guess. Just what would you think of working with me on a widget to liberate and 
control the entire constituent energy of metallic copper? Not in little dribbles and 
drabbles, like fission or fusion, but one hundred point zerozerozerozero per cent 
conversion? No radiation, no residue, no by-products-which means no shielding or 
protection would be necessary-just pure and total conversion of matter to controllable 
energy?"
        Crane, who had a cup of coffee half-way to his mouth, stopped it in mid-air, and 
stared at Seaton eye to eye. This, in Crane the Imperturbable, betrayed more excitement 
than Seaton had ever seen him show. He finished lifting the cup, sipped, and replaced the 
cup studiously, meticulously, in the exactcenter of its saucer.
        "That would undoubtedly constitute the greatest technological advance the world 
has ever seen," he said, finally. "But, if you will excuse the question, how much of that is 
fact, and how much fancy? That is, what portion have you actually done, and what 
portion is more or less justified projection into the future?"
        "About one to ninety-nine-maybe less," Seaton admitted. "I've hardly started. I 
don't blame you for gagging on it a bit-everybody down at the lab thinks I'm nuttier than 
a fruitcake. Here's what actually happened," and he described the accident in full detail. 
"And here's the theory I've worked out, so far, to cover it." He went on to explain.
        "That's the works," Seaton concluded, tensely, ''as clearly as I can put it. What do 
you think of it?"
        "An extraordinary story, Dick . . . really extraordinary. I understand why the men 
at the Laboratory thought as they did, especially after your demonstration failed. I would 
like to see it work, myself, before discussing further actions or procedures."
        "Fine! That suits me down to the ground-get into your clothes and I'll take you 
down to the lab on my bike. If I don't show you enough to make your eyes stick out a foot 
, I'll eat thatmotorsickle , clear down to the tires!"
        As soon as they arrived at the Laboratory, Seaton assured himself that the 
"whatsitron" was still running, and arranged his demonstration. Crane remained silent, 
but watched closely every movement Seaton made.
        "I take a piece of ordinary copper wire, so," Seaton began. "I dip it into this 
beaker of solution, thus. Note the marked change in its appearance. I place the wire upon 
this bench-s0-with the treated end pointing out of the window. . . . "
        "No. Toward the wall. I want to see the hole made."
        "Very well-with the treated end pointing toward that brick wall. This is an 
ordinary eight-wattRedeker cell. When I touch these lead-wires to the treated wire, watch 
closely. The speed is supersonic, but you'll hear it, whether you see what happens or not. 
Ready? "
        "Ready." Crane riveted his gaze upon the wire.
        Seaton touched the wire with theRedeker leads, and it promptly and 
enthusiastically disappeared. Turning to Crane, who was staring alternately at the new 
hole in the wall and at the spot where the wire had been, he cried exultantly, "Well, 
Doubting Thomas, how do you like them potatoes? Did that wire travel, or did it not? 
Was there some kick to it, or was there not?"
        Crane walked to the wall and examined the hole minutely, He explored it with his 
forefinger; then, bending over, looked through it.
        "Hm-m-m . . . well . . ." he said, straightening up. "That hole is as real as the 
bricks of the wall and you certainly did not make it by sleight-of-hand if you can 
controlthat power . . . put it into a hull . . . harness it to the wheels of industry . . . You are 
offering me a partnership?"
        "Yes. I can't even afford to quit the Service, to say nothing of setting up what 
we'll have to have for this job. Besides, working this out is going to be a lot more than a 
one-man job. It'll take all the brains both of us have got, and probably anickle's worth 
besides, to lick it."
        "Check. I accept-and thanks a lot for letting me in." The two shook hands 
vigorously. Crane said, "The first thing to do, and it must be done with all possible speed, 
is to get unassailably clear title to that solution, which is, of course, government property. 
How do you propose going about that?"
        "It's governmentproperty-technically-yes; but it was worthless after I had 
recovered the values and ordinarily it would have been poured down the sink. I saved it 
just to satisfy my own curiosity as to what was in it. I'll just stick it in a paper bag and 
walk out with it, and if anybody asks any questions later, it simply went down the drain, 
as it was supposed to."
        "Not good enough. We must have clear title, signed, sealed, and delivered. Can it 
be done?"
        "I think so . . . pretty sure of it. There'll be an auction in about an hour-they have 
one every Friday-and I can get this bottle of waste condemned easy enough. I can't 
imagine anybody bidding on it but us. I'll fly at it."
        "One other thing first. Will there be any difficulty about your resignation?"
        "Not a chance." Seaton grinned mirthlessly. "They all think I'm screwy they'll be 
glad to get rid of me so easy."
        "All right. Go ahead-the solution first."
        "Check," Seaton said; and very shortly the bottle, sealed by the chief clerk 
andlabeledItem QX47R769BC: one bottle containing waste solution, was on its way to 
the auction room.
        Nor was there any more difficulty about his resignation from the Rare Metals 
Laboratory. Gossip spreads rapidly.
        When the auctioneer reached the one-bottle lot, he looked at it in disgust. Why 
auction one bottle, when he had been selling barrels of them? But it had an official 
number; auctioned it must be.
        "One bottle full of waste," he droned, tonelessly. "Any bidders? If not, I'll throw 
it-"
        Seaton jumped forward and opened his mouth to yell, but was quelled by a sharp 
dig in the ribs.
        "Five cents." He heard Crane's calm voice.
        "Five cents bid. Any more? Going-going-"
        Seaton gulped to steady his voice. "Ten cents."
        "Ten cents. Any more? Going-going-gone," and Item QX47R769BC became the 
officially-recorded personal property of Richard B. Seaton.
        Just as the transfer was completed Scott caught of Seaton. "Hello, NobodyHolme 
!" he called gaily. "Was that the famous solution of zero? Wish we'd known it-we'd'vehad 
fun bidding you up."
        "Not too much,Ferdy ." Seaton was calm enough, now that the precious solution 
was definitely his own. "This is a cash sale, you know, so it wouldn't have cost us much, 
anyway."
        'That's true, too," Scott admitted, nonchalantly enough. "This poor government 
clerk is broke, as usual. But who's the 'we'?"
        "Mr. Scott, meet my friend M. Reynolds Crane," and, as Scott's eyes opened in 
astonishment, he added, "He doesn't think I'm ready for St. Elizabeth's yet."
        "It's the bunk, Mr. Crane," Scott said, twirling his right forefinger near his right 
ear. "Dick used to be a good old wagon, but he done broke down."
        "That's what you think!" Seaton took a half step forward, but checked himself 
even before Crane touched his elbow. "Wait a few weeks, Scotty, and see."
        The two took a cab back to Crane's house-the bottle being far too valuable to risk 
on any motorcycle-where Crane poured out a little of the solution into a small vial, which 
he placed in his safe. He then put the large bottle, carefully packed, into his massive 
underground vault, remarking, "We'll take no chances at all with that."
        "Right," Seaton agreed. "Well, let's get busy. The first thing to do is to hunt up a 
small laboratory that's for rent."
        "Wrong. The organization of our company comes first-suppose I should die 
before we solve the problem? I suggest something like this. Neither of us want to handle 
the company as such, so it will be a stock company, capitalized at one million dollars, 
with ten thousand shares of stock. McQueen, who is handling my affairs at the bank, can 
be president; Winters, his attorney, and Robinson, his C.P.A., secretary and treasurer; you 
and I will be superintendent and general manager. To make up seven directors, we could 
elect Mr. Vaneman andShiro : As for the capital, I will put in half a million; you will put 
in your idea and your solution, at a preliminary, tentative valuation of half a million-"
        "But, Mart-"
        "Hold on, Dick. Let me finish. They are worth much more than that, of course, 
and will berevalued later, but that will do for a start. . . ."
        "Hold on yourself for a minute. Why tie up all that cash when a few thousand 
bucks is all we'll need?
        "A few thousand? Think a minute, Dick. How much testing equipment will you 
need? How about salaries and wages? How much of a spaceship can you build for a 
million dollars? And power-plants run from a hundred million up. Convinced?"
        "Well, maybe . . . except, right at first, I thought . . ."
        "You will see that this is a very small start, the way it is. Now to call the 
meeting."
        He called McQueen, the president of the great trust company in whose care the 
bulk of his fortune was. Seaton, listening to the brief conversation, realized as never 
before what power was wielded by his friend.
        In a surprisingly short time the men were assembled in Crane's library. Crane 
called the meeting to order; outlined the nature and scope of the proposed corporation; 
and The Seaton-Crane Company, Engineers began to come into being.
        After the visitors had gone, Seaton asked, "Do you know what kind of a rental 
agent to call to get hold of a laboratory?"
        "For awhile at least, the best place for you to work is right here."
        "Here! You don't want stuff likethat loose around here, do you?"
        "Yes. The reasons are: first, privacy; second, convenience. We have much of the 
material and equipment you will need already on hand, out in the hanger and the shops, 
and plenty of room to install anything new you may need. Third, no curiosity. The Cranes 
have been inventors,tinkerers , and mechanics so long, that no planning board has ever 
been able to zone our shops out; and our nearestneighbors -and none are very near, as you 
know, since I own over forty acres here-are so used to peculiar happenings that they no 
longer pay any attention to anything that goes on here."
        "Fine! If that's the way you want it, it suits me down to the ground. Let's get 
busy!"
         
        Chapter 5
         
        DR. MARC C. DUQUESNE was a tall, powerful man, built very much like 
Richard Seaton. His thick, slightly wavy hair was intensely black. His eyes, only a trifle 
lighter in shade, were surmounted by thick black eyebrows, which grew together above 
his aquiline, finely-chiselednose. His face, although not pale, appeared so because of the 
heavy black beard always showing through, even after the closest possible shave. In his 
early thirties, he was widely known as one of the best men in his field.
        Scott came into his laboratory immediately after the auction, finding him leaning 
over the console of thewhatsitron , his forbidding but handsome face strangely 
illuminated by the greenish-yellowish-blue ,glare of the machine.
        Hello,Blackie ," Scott said. "Whatd'you think of Seaton? Think he's quite right in 
the head?"
        "Speaking off-hand," DuQuesne replied, without looking up, "I'd say he's been 
putting in too many hours working and not enough sleeping. I don't think he's insane-I'd 
swear in court that he's the sanest crazy man I ever heard of."
        "I think he's a plain nut, myself-that was a lulu he pulled yesterday. He seems to 
believe it himself, though. He got them to put that junk solution into the auction 
thisnoonand he and M. Reynolds Crane bid it in for ten cents."
        "M. Reynolds Crane?" DuQuesne managed to conceal his start of surprise. 
"Where does he come in on this?"
        "Oh, he and Seaton have been buddy-buddy for a long time, you know. 
Probablyhumoring him. After they got the solution they called a cab and somebody said 
the address they gave the hackie was Crane's, the other sideChevy Chase, but . . . oh, 
that's my call-so long."
        As Scott left, DuQuesne strode over to his desk, a new expression, half of chagrin, 
half of admiration, on his face. He picked up his telephone anddialed a number.
        "Brookings? DuQuesne speaking. I've got to see you as fast as I can get there. 
Can't talk on the phone. . . . Yes, I'll be right out."
        He left the Laboratory building and was soon in the private office of the head of 
theWashington, or "diplomatic," branch of the immense World Steel Corporation.
        "How do you do, Dr. DuQuesne," Brookings said, as he seated his visitor. "You 
seem excited."
        "Not excited, but in a hurry. The biggest thing in history is just breaking and 
we've got to work fast if we want to land it. But before I start-have you any sneaking 
doubts that I know what I'm talking about?"
        "Why, no, doctor, not the slightest. You are widely known; you have helped us in 
various de-in various matters."
        "Say it, Brookings. 'Deals' is right. This is going to be the biggest ever. It should 
be easy-one simple killing and an equally simple burglary-and won't mean wholesale 
murder, like that tungsten job."
        "Oh, no, doctor, not murder. Accidents."
        "I call things by their .right names. I'm not squeamish. But what I'm here about is 
that Seaton, of our division, has discovered, more or less accidentally, total conversion 
atomic energy."
        "And that means?"
        "To break it down to where you can understand it, it means a billion kilowatts per 
plant at a total amortized cost of approximately one one-hundredth of a mil per KW 
hour."
        "Huh?" A look of scornful disbelief settled on Brookings' face.
        "Sneer if you like. Your ignorance doesn't change the facts and doesn't hurt my 
feelings a bit. Call Chambers in and ask him what would happen if a man should liberate 
the total energy of a hundred pounds of copper in, say, ten micro-seconds."
        "Pardon me, doctor. I didn't mean to insult you. I'll call him in."
        Brookings called, and a man in white appeared. In response to the question he 
thought for a moment, then smiled.
        " At a rough guess, it would blow the whole world intovapor and might blow it 
clear out of its orbit. However, you needn't worry about anything like that happening, Mr. 
Brookings. It won t. It can't."
        "Why not?"
        "Because only two nuclear reactions yield energy-fission and fusion. Very heavy 
elements fission; very light elements fuse; intermediate ones, such as copper, do neither. 
Any possible operation on the copper atom, such as splitting, must necessarily absorb 
vastly more energy than it produces. Is that all?"
        "That's all. Thanks."
        "You see?" Brookings said, when they were again alone, "Chambers is a good 
man, too, and he says it's impossible."
        "As far as he knows, he's right. I'd have said the same thing this morning. 
However, it has just been done."
        "How?"
        DuQuesne repeated certain parts of Seaton's story.
        "But suppose the manis crazy? He could be, couldn't he?"
        "Yeah, he's crazy-like a fox. If it were only Seaton, I might buy that; but nobody 
ever thought M. Reynolds Crane had any loose screws. Withhim backing Seaton youcan 
bet your last dollar that Seaton showed him plenty of real stuff." As a look of conviction 
appeared upon Brookings' face DuQuesne went on. "Don't you understand? The solution 
was government property and he had to do something to make everybody think it was 
worthless, so he could get title to it. It was a bold move-it would have been foolhardy in 
anyone else. The reason he got away with it is that he's always been an open-faced talker, 
always telling everything he knows. He fooled me completely, and I'm not usually asleep 
out of bed."
        "What is your idea? Where do we come in?"
        "You come in by getting that solution away from Seaton and Crane, and 
furnishing the money to develop the stuff and to build, under my direction, such a power 
plant as the world never saw before."
        "Why is it necessary to get that particular solution? Why not refine some more 
platinum wastes?"
        "Not a chance. Chemists have been recovering platinum for a hundred years, and 
nothing like that was ever found before. The stuff, whatever it is, must have been present 
in some particular lot of platinum. They haven't got all of it there is in the world, of 
course, but the chance of finding any without knowing exactly what to look for is 
extremely slight. Besides, we must have a monopoly on it-Crane would be satisfied with 
ten per cent net profit. No, we've got to get everymilliliter of that solution and we've got 
to kill Seaton-he knows too much. I want to take a couple of your goons and attend to it 
tonight."
        Brookings thought for a minute, his face blandly empty of expression. Then he 
spoke.
        ."I'm sorry, doctor, but we can't do it. It's too flagrant, too risky. Besides, we can 
afford to buy it from Seaton if, as, and when he proves it is worth anything."
        "Bah!" DuQuesne snorted. "Who do you think you're kidding? Do you think I told 
you enough so that you can sidetrack me out of the deal? Get that idea out of your head-
fast. There are only two men in the world who can handle it-R. B. Seaton and M. C. 
DuQuesne. Take your pick. Put anybody else on it-anybodyelse-and he'll blow himself 
and his wholeneighborhood out beyond the orbit of Mars."
        Brookings, caught flat-footed and half convinced of the truth of DuQuesne's 
statements, still temporized.
        "You're very modest, DuQuesne."
        "Modesty gets a man praise, but I prefer cash. However, you ought to know by 
this time that what I say is true. And I'm in a hurry. The difficulty of getting hold of that 
solution is growing greater every minute and my price is rising every minute."
        "What is your price at the present minute?"
        "Ten thousand dollars a month during development, five million cash when the 
first plant goes onto the line, and ten per cent of the net-on all plants-thereafter."
        "Oh, come, doctor, let's be sensible. You don't mean that."
        "I don't say anything I don't mean. I've done a lot of dirty work for you people and 
never got much of anything out of it-I couldn't force you without exposing myself. But 
this time I've got you where the hair's short and I'm going to collect. And you still can't 
kill me-I'm not Ainsworth. Not only because you'll have to have me, but because it'd still 
send all you big shots clear down to Perkins, to the chair, or up the river for life."
        "Please, DuQuesne,please don't use such language!"
        "Why not?" DuQuesne's voice was cold and level. "What do a few lives amount 
to, as long as they're not yours or mine? I can trust you, more or less, and you can trust 
me the same, because you know I can't send you up without going with you. If that's the 
way you want it, I'll let you try it with-out me-you won't get far. So decide, right now, 
whether you want me now, or later. If it's later, the first two of those figures I gave you 
will be doubled."
        "We can't do business on any such terms." Brookings shook his head. "We can 
buy the power rights from Seaton for less."
        "You want it the hard way, eh?" DuQuesne sneered as he came to his feet. "Go 
ahead. Steal the solution. But don't give your man much of it, not more than half a 
teaspoonful-I want as much as possible of it left. Set up the laboratory a hundred miles 
from anywhere-not that I give a damn how many people you kill, but I don't want to go 
along-andcaution whoever does the work to usevery small quantities of copper. Good-
bye."
        As the door closed behind the cynical scientist, Brookings took a small 
instrument, very like a watch, from his pocket, touched a button, raised it to his lips, and 
spoke. "Perkins."
        "Yes, sir."
        "M. Reynolds Crane has in or around his house somewhere a small bottle of 
solution."
        "Yes, sir. Can you describe it?"
        "Not exactly." Brookings went on to tell his minion all he knew about the matter. 
"If the bottle were only partly emptied and filled up with water, I don't believe anybody 
would notice the difference."
        "Probably not, sir. Good-bye."
        Brookings then took his personal typewriter out of a. drawer and typed busily for 
a few minutes. Among other things, he wrote:
        ". . . and do not work on too much copper at once. I gather that an ounce or two 
should be enough. . . ."
         
        Chapter 6
         
        FROM daylight until late in the evening Seaton worked in the shop, sometimes 
supervising expert mechanics, sometimes working alone. Every night when Crane went 
to bed he saw Seaton in his room in a cloud of smoke, poring over blueprints or seated at 
the computer, making interminable calculations. Deaf to Crane'sremonstrances , he was 
driving himself at anunhuman rate, completely absorbed in his project. While he did not 
forget Dorothy, he had a terrific lot to do and none of it was getting done. He was going 
to see her just as soon as he was over this hump, he insisted; but every hump was 
followed by another, higher and worse. And day after day went by.
        Meanwhile, Dorothy was feeling considerably glum. Here was her engagement 
only a week old-andwhat an engagement! Before that enchanted evening he had been an 
almost daily visitor. They had ridden and talked and played together, and he had forced 
his impetuous way into all her plans. Now, after she had promised to marry him, he had 
called once-ateleven o'clock!-with his mind completely out of this world, and she hadn't 
even heard from him for six long days. A queer happening at the laboratory seemed scant 
excuse for such long-continued neglect, and she knew no other.
        Puzzled and hurt, her mother's solicitous looks unbearable, she left the house for a 
long, aimless walk. She paid no attention to the spring beauty around her. She did not 
even notice footsteps following her, and was too deeply engrossed in her ownsomber 
thoughts to be more than mildlysuprised when Martin Crane spoke to her. For a while she 
tried to rouse herself into animation, but her usual ease had deserted her and her false 
gaiety did not deceive the keen-minded Crane. Soon they were walking along together in 
silence, a silence finally broken by the man.
        "I have just left Seaton," he said. Paying no attention to her startled glance, he 
went on, "Did you ever see anyone else with his singleness of purpose? Of course, 
though, that is one of the traits that make him what he is. . . . He is working himself into a 
breakdown. Has he told you about leaving the Rare Metals Laboratory?"
        "No, I haven't seen him since the night the accident, or discovery, or whatever it 
was, happened. He tried to explain it to me then, but what little I could understand of 
what he said sounded simply preposterous."
        "I can't explain the thing to you-Dick himself can't explain it to me-but I can give 
you an idea of what we both think it may come to."
        "I wish you would. I'll be mighty glad to hear it."
        "Dick discovered something that converts copper into pure energy. That water-
bath took off in a straight line-"
        "Thatstill sounds preposterous, Martin," the girl interrupted, "even when you say 
it."
        "Careful, Dorothy," he cautioned her. "Nothing that actually happens is or can be 
preposterous. But as I said, this copper bath leftWashingtonin a straight line for scenes 
unknown. We intend to follow it in a suitable vehicle."
        He paused, looking at his companion's face. She did not speak, and he went on in 
his matter-of-fact tone.
        "Building the spaceship is where I come in. As you know, I have almost as much 
money as Dick has brains; and some day, before the summer is over, we expect to go 
somewhere . . . some place a considerable distance from this earth."
        Then, after enjoining strict secrecy, he told her what he had seen in the laboratory 
and described the present state of affairs.
        "But if he thought of all that . . . was brilliant enough towork out such a theory 
and to actually plan such an unheard-of thing as space-travel . . . all on such a slight 
foundation of fact . . . why couldn't he havetold me?"
        "He fully intended to. He still intends to. Don't believe for a moment that his 
absorption implies any lack of love for you. I was coming to visit you about that when I 
saw you out here. He's driving himself unmercifully. He eats hardly anything and doesn't 
seem to sleep at all. He has to take it easy or break down, but nothing I can say has had 
any effect. Can you think of anything you, or you and I together, can do?"
        Dorothy still walked along, but it was a different Dorothy. She was erect and 
springy, her eyes sparkled, all her charm and vitality were back in force.
        "I'll say I can!" she breathed. "I'll stuff him to the ears and put him to sleep right 
after dinner, the big dope!"
        This time it was Crane who was surprised, so surprised that he stopped, 
practically in mid-stride. "How?" he demanded. "Youtalk about something being 
preposterous-how?"
        "Maybe you hadn't better know the gory details." She grinned impishly. "You 
lack quite a bit, Marty, of being the world's best actor, and Dick mustn't be warned. Just 
run along home, and be sure you're there when I get there. I've got. to do some phoning. . 
. . I'll be there atsix o'clock, and tellShiro not to make you two any dinner."
         
        She was there atsix o'clock.
        "Where is he, Marty? Out in the shop?"
        "Yes."
        In the shop, she strode purposefully toward Seaton's oblivious back. "Hi, Dick. 
How's it coming?" 
        "Huh?" He started violently, almost jumping off his stool-then did jump off it as 
the knowledge filtered through that it was really Dorothy who was standing at his back. 
He swept her off her feet in the intensity of his embrace; she pressed her every inch 
tighter and tighter against his rock-hard body. Their lips met and clung.
        Dorothy finally released herself enough to look into his eyes. "I was so mad, 
Dick. I simply didn't know whether to kiss you or kill you, but I decided to kiss you-this 
time."
        "I know, sweetheart. I've been trying my level best to get a couple of hours to 
come over and see you, but everything's been going so slow-my head's so thick it takes a 
thousand years for an idea to percolate-"
        "Hush! I've been doing a lot of thinking this last week, especially today. I love 
you as you are. I can either do that or give you up. I can't even imagine giving you up, 
because I know I'd cold-bloodedly strangle with her own hair any woman who ever 
cocked an eye at you. . . . Come on, Dick, no more work tonight. I'm taking you and 
Martin home for dinner." Then, as his eyes strayed involuntarily back toward the 
computer, she said, more forcefully, "I-said-no-more-work-tonight. Do you want to fight 
about it?"
        "Uh-uh! I'II say I don't-I wasn't eventhinking of working!" Seaton was panic-
stricken. "No fights, Dottie. Not with you. Ever. About anything. Believe me."
        "I do, lover," and, arms around each other, they strolled unhurriedly up to and into 
the house.
        Crane accepted enthusiastically-for him-the invitation to dinner, and was going to 
dress, but Dorothy would not have it.
        "Strictly informal," she insisted. "Just as you are."
        "I'll wash up, then, and be with you in a sec," Seaton said, and left the room. 
Dorothy turned to Crane.
        "I've got a tremendousfavor to ask of you, Martin. I drove the Cad-it's air-
conditioned, you know-could you possibly bring your Stradivarius along? My best violin 
would do, I'm sure, but I'd rather have the heaviest artillery I can get."
        "I see-at last." Crane's face lit up. "Certainly. Play it outdoors in the rain, if 
necessary. Masterful strategy, Dorothy-masterful."
        "Well, one does what one can," Dorothy murmured in mock modesty. Then, as 
Seaton appeared, she said, "Let's go, boys. Dinner is served at seven-thirty sharp, and 
we're going to be there right on the chime."
         
         
        As they sat down at the table Dorothy studied again the changes that six days had 
made in Seaton. His face was pale and thin, almost haggard. Lines had appeared at the 
corners of his eyes and around his mouth, and faint but unmistakable blue rings encircled 
his eyes.
        "You've been going altogether too hard, Dick. You've got to cut down."
        "Oh no, I'm all right. I never felt better. I could whip a rattlesnake and give him 
the first bite!"
        She laughed, but the look of concern did not leave her face.
        During the meal no mention was made of the project, the conversation being 
deftly held to tennis, swimming, and othersports; and Seaton, whose plate was 
unobtrusively kept full, ate such a dinner as he had not eaten for weeks. After dessert they 
all went into the living room and ensconced themselves in comfortable chairs. The men 
smoked; all five continued their conversation.
        After a time three left the room. Vaneman took Crane into his study to show him 
a rare folio; Mrs. Vaneman went upstairs, remarking plaintively that she had to finish 
writing that article, and if she put it off much longer she'd never get it done.
        Dorothy said, "I skipped practice today, Dick, on account of traipsing out there 
after you two geniuses. Could you stand it to have me play at you for half an hour?"
        "Don't fish, Dottie Dimple. You know there's nothing I'd like better. But if you 
want me to beg you I'll be glad to. Please-PUH-LEEZE-oh fair andmusicianly damsel, fill 
ye circumambient atmosphere with thy tuneful notes."
        "Wilco. Roger," she snickered. "Over and out."
        She took up a violin-Crane's violin-and played. First hisfavorites : crashing 
selections from operas and solos by the great masters, abounding in harmonies on two 
strings. Then she slowly changed her playing to softer, simpler melodies, then to old, old 
songs. Seaton, listening with profound enjoyment, relaxed more and more. Pipe finished 
and hands at rest, his eyes closed of themselves and he lay back at ease. The music 
changed again, gradually, to reveries; each one softer, slower, dreamier than the last. 
Then to sheer, crooning lullabies; and it was in these that magnificent instrument 
andconsumate artist combined to show their true qualities at their very best.
        Dorothydiminuendoed the final note into silence and stood there, bow poised, 
ready to resume; but there was no need. Freed from the tyranny of the brain that had been 
driving it so unmercifully, Seaton's body had begun to make up for many hours of lost 
sleep.
        Assured that he was really asleep, Dorothy tiptoed to the door of the study and 
whispered, "He's asleep in his chair."
        "I believe that," her father smiled. "That last one was like a bottle ofveronal-it was 
all Crane and I could do to keep each other awake. You're a smart girl."
        "She is a musician," Crane said. "Whata musician!"
        "Partly me, of course, but-whata violin! But what'll we do with him? Let him 
sleep there?"
        "No, he'd be more comfortable on the couch. I'll get a couple of blankets," 
Vaneman said.
        He did so and the three went into the living room together. Seaton lay motionless, 
only the lifting and falling of his powerful chest showing that he was alive.
        "You take his . . ."
        "Sh. .Sh !" Dorothy whispered, intensely. "You'll wake him up, dad."
        "Bosh! You couldn't wake him up now with a club. You take his head and 
shoulders, Crane-heave-ho!"
        With Dorothy anxiously watching the proceedings and trying to help, the two men 
picked Seaton up out of the chair and carried him across the room to the couch. They 
removed his outer clothing; the girl arranged pillows and tucked blankets around him, 
then touched her lips lightly to his. "Good night, sweetheart," she whispered.
        His lips responded faintly to her caress, and, ". . .dnigh . . ." he murmured in his 
sleep.
         
         
        It wasthree o'clockin the afternoon when Seaton, looking vastly better, came into 
the shop. When Crane saw him and called out a greeting, he returned it with a sheepish 
grin.
        "Don't say a word, Martin; I'm thinking it all, and then some. I never felt so cheap 
in my life as when I woke up on theVanemans ' couch thisnoon-where you helped put 
me, no doubt."
        "No doubt at all," Crane agreed, cheerfully, "and listen to this. More of the same, 
or worse, if you keep on going as you were."
        "Don't rub it in-can't you see I'm flat on my back with all four paws in the air? I'll 
be good. I'm going to bed at eleven every night and I'm going to see Dottie every other 
evening and all day Sunday."
        "Very fine, if true-and it had better be true."
        "It will, so help me. Well, while I was eating breakfast this morning-this 
afternoon, rather-Isaw that missing factor in the theory. And don't tell me it was because I 
was rested up and fresh, either-Iknow it."
        "I was refraining heroically from mentioning the fact."
        "Thanks so much. Well, the knotty point, you remember, was what could be the 
possible effect of a small electric current in liberating the power. I think I've got it. It 
must shift the epsilon-gamma-zeta plane-and if it does, the rate of liberation must be zero 
when the angle theta is zero, and approach infinity as theta approaches pi over two."
        "It does not," Crane contradicted, flatly. "It can't. Theorientation of that plane is 
fixed by temperature-by nothing except temperature.
        "That's so, usually, but that's where the X comes in. Here's the proof. . . ."
        On and on the argument raged. Reference works littered the table and overflowed 
onto the floor, scratch-paper grew into piles, both computers ran almost continuously.
        Since the mathematical details of the Seaton-Crane Effect are of little or no 
interest here, it will suffice to mention a few of the conclusions at which the two men 
arrived. The power could be controlled. It could drive-or pull-a space-ship. It could be 
used as an explosive, inviolences ranging from that of a twenty-millimetershell up to any 
upper limit desired, however fantastic when expressed in megatons of T.N.T. There were 
many other possibilities inherent in their final equations, possibilities which the men did 
not at that time explore.
         
        Chapter 7
         
        "SAY,Blackie ," Scott called from the door of DuQuesne's laboratory, "did you 
get the news flash that just came over on KSKM-TV? It was right down your alley."
        "No. What about it?"
        "Somebody piled up a million tons oftetryl , T.N.T., picric acid,nitroglycerine , 
and so forth up in the hills and touched it off.Blooie ! Whole town ofBankerville,West 
Virginia-population two hundred-gone. No survivors. No debris, even, the man said.Just 
a hole in the ground a couple of miles in diameter an God only knows how deep."
        "Baloney!" DuQuesne snapped. "What would anybody be doing with an atomic 
bomb up there?"
        "That's the funny part of it-it wasn't an atomic bomb. No radioactivity anywhere, 
not even a trace. Justskillions andwhillions of tons of high explosive and nobody can 
figure it. 'All scientists baffled,' the flash said. How about you,Blackie ? You baffled, 
too?"
        "I would be, if I believed any part of it." DuQuesne turned back to his work.
        "Well, don't blameme for it, I'm just telling you what FritzHabelmann just said."
        Since DuQuesne showed no interest at all in his news, Scott wandered away.
        "The fool did it. That will cure him of sucking eggs-I hope," he muttered, and 
picked up his telephone.
        "Operator? DuQuesne speaking. I am expecting a call here this afternoon. Please 
have the party call me at my home,Lincolnsix four six two oh. . . . Thank you."
        He left the building and got his car out of the parking lot. In less than half an hour 
he reached his house on Park Road, overlooking beautiful Rock Creek Park, in which he 
lived alone save for an elderlycolored couple who were his servants.
         
         
        In the busiest part of the afternoon Chambers rushed unannounced into Brookings' 
private office, his face white, a newspaper in his hand.
        "Read that, Mr. Brookings!" he gasped.
        Brookings read, his face turninggray . "Ours, of course."
        "Ours," Chambers agreed, dully.
        "The fool! Didn't you tell him to work with very small quantities?"
        "I did. He said not to worry, he was taking no chances, he wouldn't have more 
than one gram of copper on hand at once in the whole laboratory."
        "Well . . . I'll . . . be . . . jiggered!" Turning slowly to the telephone, Brookings 
called a number and asked for Doctor DuQuesne; then he called another.
        "Brookings. I would like to see you as soon as possible. . . . I'll be there in about 
an hour. . . . Good-bye."
         
         
        Brookings arrived and was shown into DuQuesne's study. The two shook hands 
perfunctorily and sat down. The scientist waited for the other to speak.
        "You were right, doctor," Brookings said. "Our man couldn't handle it. I have 
contracts here. . . ."
        "At twenty and ten?" DuQuesne's lips smiled, a cold, hard smile.
        "Twenty and ten. The Company expects to pay for its mistakes. Here they are."
        DuQuesne glanced over the documents and thrust them into a pocket. "I'll go over 
them with my attorney tonightand mail one copy back to you if he says to. In the 
meantime we may as well get started."
        "What do you suggest?"
        "First, the solution. You stole it, I-"
        "Don't use such language, doctor!"
        "Why not? I'm for direct action, first, last, and all the time. This thing is too 
important to mince words. Have you got it with you?"
        "Yes. Here it is."
        "Where's the rest of it?"
        "All that we found is here, except for half a teaspoonful our expert had in his 
laboratory. We didn't get it all; only half of it. The rest was diluted with water, so it 
wouldn't be missed. We can get the rest of it later. That will cause a disturbance, but it 
may become. . . ."
        "Half of it! You haven't a twentieth of it here. Seaton had about four 
hundredmilliliters -almost a pint-of it. I wonder . . . who's holding out on-or double-
crossing-whom?
        "No, not you," he went on, as Brookings protested innocence. "That wouldn't 
make sense. Your thief turned in only this much. Could he be holding out on us . . . no, 
that doesn't make sense, either."
        "No. You know Perkins."
        "His crook missed the main bottle, then. That's where your methods give me an 
acute bellyache. When I want anything done I do it myself. But it isn't too late yet. I'll 
take a couple of your goons tonight and go out there."
        "And do exactly what?"
        "Shoot Seaton, open the safe, take their solution, plans, and notes. Loose cash, 
too, of
        course-I'll give that to the goons."
        "No, no, doctor. That's too crude altogether. I could permit that only as the last 
possible resort."
        "I say do it first. I'm afraid of pussyfooting and gum-shoeing around Seaton and 
Crane. Seaton has developed a lot of late, and Crane never was anybody's fool. They're a 
hard combination to beat, and we've done plenty worse and got away with it"
        "Why not work it out from the solution we have, and then get the rest of it? Then, 
if Seaton had an accident, we could prove that we discovered the stuff long ago."
        "Because development work on that stuff is risky, as you found out. Also, it'd take 
too much time. Why should we go to all that trouble and expense when they've got the 
worst of it done? The police may stir around for a few days, but they won't know 
anything or find out anything. Nobody will suspect anything except Crane-if he is still 
alive-and he won't be able to do anything."
        So the argument raged. Brookings agreed with DuQuesne in aim, but would not 
sanction his means, holding out for quieter, more devious, less actionable methods. 
Finally he ended the discussion with a flat refusal and called Perkins. He told him of the 
larger bottle of solution; instructing him to secure it and to bring back all plans, notes, 
and other material pertaining to the matter in hand. Then, after giving DuQuesne an 
instrument like the one he himself carried, Brookings took his leave.
         
         
        Late in the afternoon of the day of the explosion, Seaton came up to Crane with a 
mass of notes in his hand.
        "I've got some of it, Mart. The power is what we figured-anything you want short 
of infinity. I've got the three answers you wanted most. First, the transformation is 
complete. No loss, no residue, no radiation or other waste. Thus, no danger and no 
shielding or other protection is necessary. Second, X acts only as a catalyst and is not 
itself consumed. Hence, an infinitesimally thin coating is all that's necessary. Third, the 
power is exerted as a pull along the axis of the X figure, whatever that figure is, focused 
at infinity.
        "I also investigated those two border-line conditions. In one it generates an 
attractive force focused on the nearest object in line with its axis of X. In the second it's 
an all-out repulsion."
        "Splendid, Dick" Crane thought for a minute or two. "Data enough, I think, to go 
ahead on. I particularly like that first border-line case. You could call it an object-
compass. Focus one on the earth and we would always find our way back here, no matter 
how far away we get."
        "Say, that's right-I never thought of anything like that. But what I came over here 
for was to tell you that I've got a model built that will handle me like small change. It's 
got moreoof than a ramjet, small as it is-ten G's at least. Want to see it in action?"
        "I certainly do."
        As they were walking out toward the fieldShiro called to them and they turned 
back toward the house, learning that Dorothy and her father had just arrived.
        "Hello, boys." Dorothy smiled radiantly, her dimples very much in evidence. 
"Dad and I came out to see how-and what-you're doing."
        "You came at exactly the right time," Crane said. "Dick has built a model and was 
just going to demonstrate it. Come and watch."
        On the field, Seaton buckled on a heavy harness, which carried numerous handles, 
switches, boxes, and other pieces of apparatus. He snapped the switch of thewhatsitron . 
He then moved a slider on a flashlight-like tube which was attached to the harness by an 
adjustable steel cable and which he was gripping with both hands.
        There was a creak of straining leather and he shot into the air for a couple of 
hundred feet, where he stopped and remained motionless for several seconds. Then he 
darted off; going forward and backward, up and down, describingzig-zags and loops and 
circles and figures-of-eight. After a few minutes of this display he came down in a power 
dive, slowing up spectacularly to a perfect landing.
        "There, Oh beauteous damsel and esteemed sirs-" he began, with a low bow and a 
sweeping flourish, then there was a sharp snap and he was jerked sidewise off his feet. In 
the flourish his thumb had moved the slider a fraction of an inch and the power-tube had 
torn itself out of his grasp. It was now out at the full length of the cable, dragging him 
helplessly after it, straight toward a high stone wall.
        But Seaton was helpless only for a second. Throwing his body sideways and 
reaching out along the taut cable, he succeeded in swinging the thing around so that he 
was galloping back toward the party and the field. Dorothy and her father were standing 
motionless, staring; Crane was running toward the shop.
        "Don't touch that switch!" Seaton yelled. "I'll handle the bloody thing myself!"
        At this evidence that Seaton thought himself master of the situation Crane began 
to laugh, but held one finger lightly on thewhatsitron switch; and Dorothy, relieved of her 
fear, burst into a fit of the giggles. The bar was straight out in front of him, going 
somewhat faster than a man could normally run, swinging now right, now left as his 
weight was thrown from one side to the other. Seaton, dragged along like a boy holding a 
runaway calf by the tail, was covering the ground in prodigious leaps, at the same time 
pulling himself up hand over hand toward the tube. He reached it, grabbed it in both 
hands, again darted into the air, and came down lightly near the others, who were rocking 
with laughter.
        "I said it would be undignified," said Seaton, somewhat short of breath, but 
laughing, too, "but I didn't think it would end up like this."
        Dorothy seized his hand. "Are you hurt anywhere, Dick?"
        "Uh-uh. Not a bit"
        "I was scared green until you told Martin to lay off, but it was funny then. How 
about doing it again and I'll shoot it in fullcolor ?"
        "Dorothy !" her father chided. "Next time it might not be funny at all."
        "There'll be no next time for this rig," Seaton declared. "From here we ought to be 
able to go to a full-scale ship."
        Dorothy and Seaton set out toward the house and Vaneman turned to Crane.
        "What are you going to do with it commercially? Dick, of course, hasn't thought 
of anything except his spaceship. Equally of course, you have."
        Crane frowned. "Yes. I've had a crew of designers working for weeks. In units of 
half-million to a million kilowatts we could sell power for a small fraction of a mil. 
However, the deeper we go into it the more likely it appears that it will make all big 
central power plants obsolete."
        "How could that be?"
        "Individual units on individual spots-but it will be some time yet before we have 
enough data for the machines to work on."
         
         
        The evening passed rapidly. As the guests were getting ready to leave, Dorothy 
asked, "What are you going to call it? You both have called it forty different things this 
evening, and none of them were right"
        "Why, 'spaceship,' of course," Seaton said.
        "Oh, I didn't mean the class, I meant this particular one. There's only one possible 
name for her:The Skylark ."
        "Exactly right, Dorothy," Crane said.
        "Perfect!" Seaton applauded. "And you'll christen it, Dottie, with a fifty-literflask 
full of hard vacuum. 'I christen theeThe Skylark-bang !' "
        As an afterthought, Vaneman pulled a newspaper out of his pocket.
        "Oh yes, I bought aClarion on our way out here. It tells about an extraordinary 
explosion-at least, the story is extraordinary. It may not be true, but it may make 
interesting reading for you two scientific sharps. Good night"
        Seaton walked Dorothy to the car. When he came back Crane handed him the 
paper without a word. Seaton read.
        "It's X, all right. Not even aClarion reporter could dream that up. Some poor devil 
tried it without my rabbit's foot in his pocket."
        "But think, Dick! Something is very seriously wrong. Two people did not 
discover X at the same time. Someone stole your idea, but the idea is worthless without 
the metal. Where did he get it?"
        "That's right. The stuffis extremely rare. In fact, it isn't supposed even to exist. I'd 
bet my case buck that we had every microgram of it known to science."
        "Well, then," said the practical Crane, "We'd better find out if we have all we 
started with."
        The storage bottle was still almost full, its seal unbroken; the vial was apparently 
exactly as Seaton had left it.
        "It seems to be all here," Crane said.
        "It can't be," Seaton declared. It's too rare-coincidencecan't go that far. . . . I can 
tell by taking the densities."
        He did so, fording that the solution in the vial was only half as strong as that in 
the reserve bottle.
        "That's it, Mart. Somebody stole half of this vial. But he's gone where the . . . say, 
do you suppose . . . ?"
        "I do indeed. Just that."
        "And the difficulty will lie in finding out which one, among the dozens of outfits 
who would want the stuff, is the one that actually got it?"
        "Check. The idea was-must have been-taken from your demonstration. Or, rather, 
one man knew, from the wreckage of your laboratory, that your demonstration would not 
have failed had all the factors then operative been present. Who was there?"
        "Oh, a lot of people came around at one time or another, but your specifications 
narrow the field to five men-Scott, Smith, Penfield, DuQuesne, and Roberts. Hmmm, let's 
see-if Scott's brain was solid cyclonite, the detonation wouldn't crack his skull; Smith is a 
pure theoretician; Penfield wouldn't dare quote an authority without asking permission; 
DuQuesne is . . . umm . . . that is, DuQuesne isn't . . . I mean,Du -"
        "DuQuesne, then, is suspect number one."
        "But wait a minute! I didn't say . . ."
        "Exactly. That makes him suspect number one. How about the fifth man, 
Roberts?"
        "Not the type-definitely. He's a career man. If he got blasted out of the Civil 
Service all the clocks in the city would stop."
        Crane picked up his telephone anddialed .
        "This is Crane. Please give me a complete report on Dr. Marc C. DuQuesne of the 
Rare Metals Laboratory as soon as possible. . . . Yes, full coverage . . . no limit . . . and 
please send two or three guards out here right now, men you can trust. . . . Thanks."
         
        Chapter 8
         
        SEATON and Crane spent some time in developing the "object-compass". They 
made several of them, mounted ingymbals on super-shock-proofjeweled bearings. 
Strictly according to Seaton's Theory, the instruments were of extreme sensitivity; the 
one set on the smallest object at the greatest distance-a tiny glass bead at three thousand 
miles-registering a true line in less than one second.
        Having solved the problem of navigation, they made up graduated series of "X-
plosive" bullets, each one matching perfectly its standard .45-caliber counterpart, They 
placed their blueprints and working notes in the safe as usual, taking with them only 
those dealing with the object-compass and the X-plosive bullet, on which they were still 
working. They cautionedShiro and the three guards to watch everything closely until they 
got back. Then they set out in the helicopter, to try out the new weapon in a place where 
the explosions could do no damage.
        It came fully up to expectations. A Mark One charge, fired by Crane at a stump 
over a hundred yards from the flat-topped knoll that had afforded them a landing-place, 
tore it bodily from the ground and reduced it to splinters. The force of the explosion made 
the two men stagger.
        "Wow!" Seaton exclaimed. Wonder what a Mark Five will do?"
        "Careful, Dick. What are you going to shoot at?"
        "That rock across the valley. Range-finder says nine hundred yards. Bet me a 
buck I
        can't hit it?"
        "The pistol champion of the District? Hardly!"
        The pistol cracked, and when the bullet reached its destination the boulder was 
obliterated in a vast ball of . . . ofsomething . It was not exactly-nor all-flame. It had none 
of the searing, killing, unbearable radiance of an atomic bomb. It did not look much, if 
any, hotter than the sphere of primary action of a massive charge of high explosive. It did 
not look, even remotely, like anything either man had ever seen before.
        Their observations were interrupted by the arrival of the shock wave. They were 
hurled violently backward, stumbling and falling flat. When they could again keep their 
feet, both stared silently at the tremendous mushroom-shaped cloud which was hurling 
itself upward at an appalling pace and spreading itself outward almost as fast.
        Crane examined Geiger andscintillometer , reporting that both had continued to 
register only background radiation throughout the test. Seaton made observations and 
used his slide rule.
        "Can't do much from here, right under it, but the probable minimum is ninety-
seven thousand feet and it's still boiling upward. I . . . will . . . be . . . tee . . . totally . . . 
jiggered."
        Both men stood for minutes, awed into silence by the incredible forces they had 
loosed. Then Seaton made the understatement of his long life.
        "I don't think I'll shoot a Mark Ten around here."
         
         
        "Haven't you done anything yet?" Brookings demanded.
        "I can't help it, Mr. Brookings," Perkins replied. "Prescott's men are hard to do 
business with."
        "I know that, but surelyone of them can be reached."
        "Not at ten, and that was your limit. Twenty-five or no dice."
        Brookings drummed fingers on the desk. "Well . . . if we have to . . ." and wrote 
out an order on the cashier for twenty-five thousand dollars in small-to-medium bills. "I'll 
see you at the café, tomorrow atfour o'clock."
        The place referred to was the Perkins Café, a restaurant onPennsylvania Avenue. 
It was thefavorite eating-place of the diplomatic, political, financial, and social elite 
ofWashington, none of whom even suspected that it had been designed and was being 
maintained by the world-girdling World Steel Corporation as the hub andcenter of its 
world-girdling nefarious activities.
        Atfour o'clockof the following day Brookings was ushered into Perkins' private 
office.
        "Blast it, Perkins, can't you do anything?" he demanded.
        "It just couldn't be helped," Perkins replied doggedly. "Everything was figured to 
the second, but the Jap smelled a rat or something and jumped us. I managed to get away, 
but he laid Tony out cold. But don't worry-I sent Silk Humphrey and a couple of the boys 
out to get him. Told him to report at four oh eight. Any second now."
         In less than a minute Perkins' communicator buzzed.
        "This is the dick, not Silk," it said, in its tiny, tinny voice. "He's dead. So are the 
two goons. That Jap, he's chain lightning on greased wheels, got all three of them. 
Anything else I can do for you?"
        "No. Your job's done." Perkins closed the switch, fusing the spy's communicator 
into a blob of metal; and Brookings called DuQuesne.
        "Can you come to my office, or are you bugged?"
        "Yes, to both. Bugged from stem togudgeon ,Prescottmen in front, back, on the 
sides, and up in the trees. I'll be right over."
        "But wait . . . !"
        "Relax.D'you think they can outsmart me? I know more about bugging-andde -
bugging-thanPrescottand his dicks ever will learn."
        In Brookings' office DuQuesne told, with saturnine amusement, of the devices he 
had rigged to misinform the private eyes. He listened to Brookings' recital of failure.
        Then he said, "I knew you'd louse it up, so I've been making some plans of my 
own. One thing, though, I want limpidly clear. From now on I give the orders. Right?"
        "Right."
        "Get me a helicopter just like Crane's. Get a hophead six feet tall that weighs 
about a hundred and sixty pounds. Give him a three-hour jolt. Have them at the field two 
hours from now."
        "Can do."
        DuQuesne was at the field on time. So were the flying machine and the 
unconscious man. Both were exactly what he had ordered. He took off, climbed swiftly, 
made a wide circle to the west and north.
        Shiroand the two guards, hearing the roar of engines, looked up and saw what 
they supposed to be Crane's helicopter coming down in a vertical drop. Slowing at the 
last possible second, it taxied up the field toward them. A man, recognizable as Seaton by 
his suit and physique, stood up, shouted hoarsely, pointed to the lean, still form beside 
him, beckoned frantically with both arms, then slumped down, completely inert.
        All three rushed up to help.
        There were three silenced reports and three men dropped.
        DuQuesne leaped lightly out of the 'copter and scanned the three bodies. The two 
guards were dead, butShiro , to his chagrin, showed faint signs of life. But very faint-he 
wouldn't live long.
        He put on gloves, went into the house, blew the safe, and rifled it. He found the 
vial of solution, but could find neither the larger bottle nor any reference to it. He then 
searched the house, from attic to basement. He found the vault, carefully concealed 
though its steel door was; but even he could do nothing about that. Nor was there any 
need, he decided, as he stood staring at it, the only change in his expression being a slight 
narrowing of the eyes in concentrated thought. The bulk of that solution was probably in 
the heaviest, deepest, safest vault in the country.
        He returned to the helicopter. In a short time he was back in his own room, poring 
over blueprints and notebooks.
         
         
        Coming inin the dusk, Crane and Seaton both began to worry when they saw that 
their landing lights were not burning. They made a bumpy landing and hurried toward the 
house. They heard a faint moan and turned, Seaton whipping out his flashlight with one 
hand and his automatic with the other. He hastily replaced the weapon and bent overShiro 
, a touch having assured him that the other two were beyond help. They pickedShiro up 
and carried him into his own room. While Seaton applied first-aid treatment to the 
ghastly wound inShiro's head, Crane called a surgeon, the coroner, the police, and finally 
Prescott, with whom he held a long conversation.
        Having done all they could for the injured man, they stood by his bedside, their 
anger all the more deadly for being silent. Seaton stood with every muscle tense. His 
right hand, white-knuckled, gripped the butt of his pistol, while under his left the heavy 
brass rail of the bed began slowly to bend. Crane stood impassive, but with his face white 
and every feature hard as marble. Seaton was the first to speak.
        "Mart," he gritted, husky with fury, "A man who could leave another man dying 
like that ain't a man at all-he's a thing. I'll shoot him with the biggest charge we've got. . . 
. No, I won't, either, I'll take him apart with my bare hands."
        "We'll find him, Dick." Crane's voice was low, level, deadly. "That is one thing 
money can do."
        The tension was relieved by the arrival of the surgeon and his nurses, who set to 
work with the deftness and precision of their highly-specialized crafts. After a time the 
doctor turned to Crane.
        "Merely a scalp wound, Mr. Crane. He should be up in a few days."
        The police, Prescott, and the coroner arrived in that order. There was a great deal 
of bustling, stirring about, and investigating, some of which was profitable. There were 
many guesses and a few sound deductions.
        And Crane offered a reward of one million tax-paid dollars for information 
leading to the arrest and conviction of the murderer.
         
        Chapter 9
         
        PRESCOTT, after a sleepless night, joined Crane and Seaton at breakfast.
        "What do you make of it?" Crane asked.
        "Very little, at present. Whoever did it had exactly detailed knowledge of your 
movements."
        "Check. And you know whatthat means. The third guard, the one that escaped."
        "Yes." The great detective's face grew grim. "The trouble will be proving it on 
him.
        "Second, he was your size and build, Seaton; close enough to foolShiro , and that 
would have to be ungodly close."
        "DuQuesne. For all the tea inChina, it was DuQuesne."
        "Third, he was an expert safecracker, and that alone lets DuQuesne out. That's just 
as much of a specialty as yours is, and he did a beautiful job on that safe-really beautiful."
        "Istill won't buy it," Seaton insisted. "Don't forget that DuQuesne's a 
livingencyclopedia and as much smarter than any egg as I am than that tomcat over there. 
He could studysafeblowing fifteen minutes and be top man in the field; and he's got guts 
enough to supply a regiment"
        "Fourth, itcouldn't have been DuQuesne. Everything out there is bugged and 
we've had him under continuous observation. I know exactly where he has been, every 
minute."
        "Youthink you do," Seaton corrected. "He knows more about electricity than the 
guy who invented it. I'm going to ask you a question. Have you ever got a man into his 
house?"
        "Well . . . no, not exactly . . . but that isn't necessary, these days."
        "It might be, in this case. But don't try it. Unless I'mwronger than wrong, you 
won't"
        "I'm afraid so,"Prescottagreed. "But you're softening me up for something, 
Seaton. What is it?"
        "This" Seaton placed an object-compass on the table. "I set this on him late last 
night, and he didn't leave his house all night-which may or may not mean a thing. That 
end of that needle will point at him from now on, wherever he goes and whatever comes 
between, and as far as I know-and I bashfully admit that I know all that's known about 
the thing-it can't be de-bugged. If you want toreally know where DuQuesne is, take this 
and watch it. Top secret, of course."
        "Of course. I'll be glad to . . . but how on earth can a thing like that work?"
        After an explanation that left the common-sense-minded detective as much in the 
dark as before,Prescottleft.
        Late that evening, he joined his men at DuQuesne's house. Everything was quiet. 
The scientist was in his study; the speakers registered the usual faint sounds of a man 
absorbed in work. But after a time, and while a speaker emitted the noise of rustling 
papers, the needle began to move slowly-downward. Simultaneously the shadow of his 
unmistakable profile was thrown upon the window shade as he apparently crossed the 
room.
        "Can't you hear him walk?"Prescottdemanded.
        "No. Heavy rugs-and for such a big man, he walks very lightly."
        Prescottwatched the needle in amazement as it dipped deeper and deeper; straight 
down and then behind him; as though DuQuesne had actually walked right under him! He 
did not quite know whether to believe it or not, nevertheless, he followed the pointing 
needle. It led him besidePark Road, down the hill straight toward the long bridge which 
forms one entrance toRockCreekPark.Prescottleft the road and hid behind a clump of 
shrubbery.
        The bridge trembled under the passage of a high-speed automobile which slowed 
down abruptly. DuQuesne, carrying a roll of papers, scrambled up from beneath the 
bridge and boarded it, whereupon it resumed speed. It was of a popular make andcolor ; 
and its license plates were so smeared with dirt that not even theircolor could be seen. 
The needle now pointed steadily at the distant car.
        Prescottran back to his men.
        "Get your car," he told one of them. "I'll tell you where to drive as we go."
        In the automobile,Prescottissued instructions by means of surreptitious glances at 
the compass concealed in his hand. The destination proved to be the residence of 
Brookings, the general manager of World Steel.Prescotttold his operative to park the car 
somewhere and stand by; he himself settled down on watch.
        After four hours a small car bearing a license number of a distant state-which was 
found later to be unknown to the authorities of that state-drove up; and the hidden 
watchers saw DuQuesne, without the papers, step into it. Knowing now what to expect, 
the detectives drove at high speed to thePark Roadbridge and concealed themselves.
        The car came up to the bridge and stopped. DuQuesne got out of it-it was too dark 
to recognize him by eye, but the needle pointed straight at him-and half-walked, half-slid 
down the embankment. He stood, a dark outline against thegray abutment. He lifted one 
hand above his head; a black rectangle engulfed his outline; the abutment became again 
a. solidgray .
        With his flashlightPrescotttraced the almost imperceptible crack of the hidden 
door, and found the concealed button which DuQuesne had pressed. He did not press the 
button, but, deep in thought, went home to get a few hours of sleep before reporting to 
Crane next morning.
         
         
        Both men were waiting when he appeared.Shiro , with a heavily-bandaged head, 
had insisted that he was perfectly able to work, and was ceremoniously ordering out of 
the kitchen the man who had been hired to take his place.
        "Well, gentleman, your compass did the trick," andPrescottreported in full.
        "I'd like to beat him to death with a club," Seaton said, savagely. "The chair's too 
good for him."
        "Not that he is in much danger of the chair." Crane's expression was wry.
        "Why, weknow he did it! Surely we can prove it?"
        "Knowing a thing and proving it to a jury are two entirely different breeds of cats. 
We haven't a shred of evidence. If we asked for an indictment we'd be laughed out of 
court. Check, Mr. Crane?"
        "Check."
        "I've bucked Steel before. They account for half my business, and for ninety-nine 
percent of my failures. The same thing goes for all the other agencies in town. The cops 
have hit them time after time with everything they've got, and simply bounced. So has the 
F.B.I. All any of us has been able to get is an occasional small fish."
        "You think it's hopeless, then?"
        "Not exactly. I'll keep on working, on my own. I owe them something for killing 
my men, as well as for otherfavors they've done me in the past. But I don't believe in 
holding out false hopes."
        "Optimistic cuss, ain't he?" Seaton remarked asPrescottwent out.
        "He has cause to be, Dick. Report has it that they use murder, arson, and anything 
else useful in getting what they want; but they have not been caught yet."
        "Well, now that we know, we're in the clear. They can't possibly get a monopoly-"
        "No? You are getting the point. If we should both happen to die-accidentally, of 
course-then what?"
        "They couldn't get away with it, Mart; you're too big. I'm small fry, but you are 
M. Reynolds Crane."
        "No good, Dick; no good at all. Jets still crash; and so, occasionally, do egg-
beaters. Worse-it does not seem to have occurred to you that World Steel is making the 
heavy forgings and plates for theSkylark ."
        "Hades'-brazen-bells!" Seaton was dumbfounded. "And what-if anything-can we 
do aboutthat? "
        "Very little, until all the parts get here, beyond investigating independent sources 
of supply."
         
         
        DuQuesne and Brookings met in the Perkins Café.
        "How did your independent engineers like the power-plant?"
        "The report was veryfavorable , doctor. The stuff is all you said it was. But until 
we get the rest of the solution-by the way, how is the search for more X progressing?"
        "Just as I told you it would-flat zero. Xcan't exist naturally on any planet having 
any significant amount of copper. Either the copper will go or the planet will, or both. 
Seaton's X was meteoric. It was all in one lot of platinum; and probably that one X 
meteor was all there ever was. However, the boys are still looking, just in case."
        "Well, we'd have to get Seaton's, some day, anyway. Have you decided how to get 
it?"
        "No. That solution is in the safest safe-deposit vault in the world, probably in 
Crane's name, and both keys to that box are in another one, and so on,ad infinitum . He's 
got to get ithimself , andwillingly . Nor that it'd be any easier to force Seaton; but can you 
imagine anything strong enough to make M. Reynolds cave in now?"
        "I can't say that I can . . . no. But you remarked once that your forte is direct 
action. How about tacking with Perkins . . . no, he flopped on three tries."
        "Yes, call him in. It's on execution he's weak, not planning. I'm not."
        Perkins was called in, and studied the problem for many minutes. Finally he said, 
"There's only one way. We'll have to get a handle. . . ."
        "Don't be a fool !" DuQuesne snapped. You can't get a thing on either of them-not 
even a frame!"
        "You misunderstand, doctor. You can get a handle on any man living, if you 
know enough about him. Not necessarily in his past; present or future is oftentimes better. 
Money . . . power . . . position . . . fame . . . women-have you considered women in this 
case?"
        "Women, bah!" DuQuesne snorted. "Crane's been chased so long he's woman-
proof, and Seaton is worse. He's engaged to Dorothy Vaneman, so he's stone blind."
        "Better and better. There's your perfect handle, gentlemen; not only to the 
solution, but to everything else you want after Seaton and Crane have been taken out of 
circulation."
        Brookings and DuQuesne looked at each other in perplexity. Then DuQuesne 
said, "All right, Perkins, after the way I popped off I'm perfectly willing to let you have a 
triumph. Draw us a sketch."
        "Build a spaceship from Seaton's own plans and carry her off in it. Take her up 
out of sight-of course you'll have to have plenty of witnesses that it was a spaceship and 
that it did go straight up out of sight-then hide her in one of our places-say with the 
Spencer girl-then tell Seaton and Crane she's on Mars and will stay there till she rots if 
they don't come across. They'll wilt-and they wouldn't dare take a story like that to the 
cops. Any holes in that?"
        "Not that I can see at the moment. . . ." Brookings drummed his fingers 
abstractedly on the desk. "Would it make any difference if they chased us in their ship-in 
the condition it will be in?"
        "Not a bit," DuQuesne declared. "All the better-they'll be gone, and in a wreck 
that will be so self-explanatory that nobody would think of making a metallurgical post-
mortem."
        "That's true. Who's going to drive the ship?"
        "I am."DuOuesne said. "I'll need help. though. One man from the inner circle. 
You or Perkins. Perkins, I'd say."
        "Is it safe?" Perkins asked.
        "Absolutely. It's worked out to the queen's taste."
        "I'll go along, then. Is that all?"
        "No," Brookings replied. "You mentioned Spencer. Haven't you got that stuff 
away from her yet?"
        "No, she's stubborn as a mule."
        "Time's running out. Take her along, and don't bring her back. We'll get the stuff 
back some other way."
        Perkins left the room; and after a long discussion of details, DuQuesne and 
Brookings left the restaurant, each by a different route.
         
        Chapter 10
         
        THE GREAT steel forgings which were to form the framework of the Skylark 
arrived and were hauled into the testing room, where radium-capsule X-raying revealed 
flaws in every member. Seaton, after mapping the imperfections byorthometric 
projection, spent an hour withcalipers and slide rule.
        "Strong enough to stand shipment and fabrication, and maybe a little to spare-
perhaps one G of acceleration while we're in the air. Any real shot of power, though, or 
any sudden turn, andpop! She collapses like a soap bubble. Want to recheck my figures?"
        "No. I told you not to bother about analysis . We want sound metal, not junk."
        "Ship 'em back, then-with an inspector?"
        "No." At Seaton's look of surprise, Crane went on. "I've been thinking about this 
possibility for a long time. If we reject these forgings, they will-immediately-try to kill us 
some other way; and they may very well succeed. On the other hand, if we go ahead all 
unsuspectingly and use them, they will let us alone until theSkylark is done. That will 
give us months of free, undisturbed time. Expensive time, I grant; but worth every 
dollar."
        "Maybe so. As the money man, you're the judge of that. But wecan't fly a heap of 
scrap, Mart!"
        "No, but while we are going ahead with this just as though we meant it, we can 
build another one, about four times its size, in complete secrecy."
        "Mart! You're talking like a man with a paper nose! Howd'you figure on keeping 
stuffthat size secret from Steel?"
        "It can be done. I know a chap who owns a steel mill-so insignificant, relatively 
speaking, that he has not been bought out or frozen out by Steel. I have helped him out 
from time to time, and he assures me that he will be glad to cooperate. We will not be 
able to oversee much of the work ourselves, which is a drawback. However, we can 
getMacDougall to do it for us."
        "MacDougall? The man who built Intercontinental? He wouldn't touch a little job 
like this with a pole!"
        "On the contrary, he is keen on doing it. It means building the first spaceship, you 
know."
        "He's too big to disappear, I'd think. Wouldn't Steel follow him up?"
        "They never have, a few times when he and I have been out of touch with 
civilization for three months at a time."
        "Well, it would cost more than our whole capital."
        "No more talk of money, Dick. Your contribution to the firm is worth more than 
anything I have."
        "Hokay-if that's the way you want it, it tickles me like I'd swallowed an ostrich 
feather . . . and I can't think of any more objections. Four times the size-wheeeeekity-
wheek! A two-hundred-pound bar-k-z-r-e-e-p-t-POWIE!
        "And why don't we build an attractor-a thing like an object-compass except with a 
ten-pound bar instead of a needle, so if anything chases us in space we can reach out and 
shake the whey out of it-or machine guns shooting Mark Ones-to-Tens through the 
pressure gaskets in the walls? I justbodaciously do NOT relish the prospect of fleeing 
from a gaggle of semi-intelligent alien monstrosities merely because I got nothing bigger 
than a rifle to fight back with."
        "All you have to do is design them, Dick; and that shouldn't be too hard. But, 
speaking of emergencies, the power plant should really have a very large factor of safety. 
Four hundred pounds, say, and everything in duplicate, from power-bars to push-
buttons?"
        "I'll buy that"
         
         
        Work was soon begun on the huge steel shell in the independent steel plant under 
the direct supervision ofMacDougall by men who had been in his employ for years. 
While it was being built, Seaton and Crane went ahead with the construction of the 
original spaceship. Practically all of their time, however, was spent in perfecting the 
many essential things that were to go into the realSkylark .
        Thus they did not know that to the flawed members there were being attached 
faulty plates by imperfect welding. Nor could they have detected the poor workmanship 
by any ordinary inspection, for it was being done by a picked crew of experts-picked by 
Perkins. To make things even, Steel did not know that the many peculiar instruments 
installed by Seaton and Crane were not exactly what they should have been.
        In due course "The Cripple"-a name which Seaton soon shortened to "OldCrip "-
was finished. The foreman overheard a conversation between Crane and Seaton in which 
it was decided not to start for a couple of weeks, as they had to work out some kind of a 
book of navigation tables.Prescottreported that Steel was still sitting on its hands, waiting 
for the first flight. Word came fromMacDougall that theSkylark was ready. Crane and 
Seaton went somewhere in the helicopter "to make a few final tests".
        A few nights later a huge ball landed on Crane Field. It moved lightly, easily, 
betraying its thousands of tons of weight only by the hole it made in the hard-beaten 
ground. Seaton and Crane sprang out.
        Dorothy and her father were waiting. Seaton caught her up and kissed her 
vigorously. Then, a look of sheerest triumph on his face, he extended a hand to Vaneman.
        "She flies! How she flies! We've been around the moon!"
        "What?" Dorothy was shocked. "Without even telling me? Why,I'd've been scared 
pea-green if I'd known!"
        "That was why," Seaton assured her. "Now you won't have to worry next time we 
take off."
        "I will so," she protested; but Seaton was listening to Vaneman.
        ". . . it take?"
        "Not quite an hour. We could have done it in much less time." Crane's voice was 
calm, his face quiet; but to those who knew him so well, every feature showed emotion.
        Both inventors were at the summit, moved more than either could have told by 
their achievement, by the success of the flyer upon which they had worked so long.
        Shirobroke the tension by bowing until his head almost touched the floor. "Sirs 
and lady, I impel myself to state this to be wonder extreme. If permitting I shall delightful 
luxuriate in preparation suitable refreshment."
        Permission granted, he trotted away and the engineers invited the visitors to 
inspect their new craft.
        Although Dorothy knew what to expect, from plans and drawings and from her 
own knowledge of "OldCrip ," she caught her breath as she looked about the brilliantly 
lighted interior of the great sky-rover.
        It was a spherical shell of hardened steel of great thickness, some forty feet in 
diameter. Its true shape was not readily apparent from inside, as it was divided into levels 
and compartments by decks and walls. In itscenter was a spherical structure of girders 
and beams. Inside this structure was a similar one which, on smooth but immensely 
strong universal bearings, was free to revolve in any direction. This inner sphere was 
filled with machinery surrounding a shining copper cylinder.
        Six tremendous fabricated columns radiated outward; branching in maximum-
strength design out into the hull. The floor was heavily upholstered and was not solid; the 
same was true of the dozen or more seats built in various places. There were two 
instrument boards, upon which tiny lights flashed and plate glass, plastic, and metal 
gleamed.
        BothVanemans began to ask questions and Seaton showed them the principal 
features of the novel vessel. Crane accompanied them in silence, enjoying their pleasure, 
glorying in the mighty ship of space.
        Seaton called attention to the great size and strength of one of the lateral 
supporting columns, then led them over to the vertical column that pierced the floor. 
Enormous as the lateral was, it appeared puny beside this monster of fabricated steel. 
Seaton explained that the two verticals had to be much stronger than the four laterals, as 
thecenter of gravity of the ship had been placed lower than its geometricalcenter , so that 
the apparent motion of the vessel would always be upward. Resting one hand caressingly 
upon the huge member, he explained exultantly that it was the ultimately last word in 
strength, made of the strongest known high-tensile, heat-treated, special-alloy steel.
        "But why go to such an extreme?" the lawyer asked. "It looks as though it could 
support a bridge."
        "It could. It'll have to, if we ever really cut loose with the power. Have you got 
any idea of how fast this thing can fly?"
        "I have heard you talk of approaching the velocity of light, but that's a little 
overdrawn, isn't it?"
        "Not a bit. If it wasn't for Einstein and his famous theory we could develop an 
acceleration twice as great as one light-velocity. As it is, we're going to see how close we 
can crowd it-and it'll be close, believe me. Out in space, that is. In air we'll be limited to 
three or four times sound, in spite of all we could do in the line of heat-exchangers and 
refrigeration."
        "But, from what I read about jets, ten gravities for ten minutes can be fatal."
        "That's right. But these floors are special, and those seats are infinitely more so. 
That was one of our hardest jobs; designing supporting surfaces to hold a man safe 
through forces that would ordinarily flatten him out into a thin layer ofgoo ."
        "I see. How are you going to steer? And how about stable reference planes to 
steer by? Or are you merely going to head for Mars or Venus or Neptune orAldebaran , as 
the case may be?"
        "That wouldn't be so good. We thought for a while we'd have to, but Mart licked 
it. The power plant is entirely separate from the ship, inside that inner sphere, about 
which the outer sphere and the ship itself are free to revolve. Even if the ship rolls or 
pitches, the bar stays right where it is pointed. Those six big jackets cover gyroscopes, 
which keep the outer sphere in exactly the same position-"
        "Relative to what?" Vaneman asked. "It seems to have moved since we came in. . 
. . Yes, if you look closely, you can see it move."
        "Naturally. Um . . . m. Never thought of it from that angle just that its orientation 
isn't affected by either the ship or the power plant. If you want to pin me down, though, 
it's oriented solidly to the three dimensions of the steel plant at the timeMacDougall got 
the gyroscopes up to holding speed. Since that doesn't mean much here and now, I'd say, 
as an approximation, that it is locked to the fixed stars. Or, rather, to the effective mass of 
the galaxy as a whole. . . ."
        "Please, Dick," Dorothy interrupted. "Enough of the jargon. Show us the 
important things-kitchen, bedrooms, bath."
        Seaton did so, explaining in detail some of the many differences between living 
on earth and in a small, necessarily self-sufficientworldlet out in airless, lightless, 
heatless space.
        "Oh, I'm just wild to go out with you, Dick. When will you take me?"
        "Very soon, Dottie. Just as soon as we're sure we've got all the bugs ironed out. 
You'll be our first passenger, so help me."
        "How do you see out? How about air and water? How do you keep warm, or cool, 
as the case may be?" Vaneman fired the questions as though he were cross-examining a 
witness. "No, excuse me; you've already mentioned the heaters and refrigerators."
        "The pilots see outside, the whole sphere of vision, by means of special 
instruments, something like periscopes but vastly different-electronic. Passengers can see 
out by uncovering windows-they're made of fused quartz. We carry air-oxygen, nitrogen, 
helium, and argon-in tanks, although we won't need much new air because of our 
purifiers and recovery units. We also have oxygen-generating apparatus aboard, for 
emergencies.
        "We carry water enough to last us three months-or indefinitely if necessary, as we 
can recover all waste water as chemically pure H2O. Anything else?"
        "You'd better give up, dad," Dorothy advised, laughing. "It's perfectly safe for me 
to go along!"
        "It seems to be. But it's getting pretty well along toward morning, Dorothy, and if 
any of us are to get any sleep at all tonight you and I should go home."
        "That's so, and I'm the one who has been screaming at Dick about going to bed 
every night at eleven. I'll go powder my nose-I'll be right back."
        Vaneman said, after Dorothy had gone, "You mentioned 'bugs' only in a very light 
and passing way."
        "And you didn't mention them at all," Seaton countered.
        "Naturally not," with a jerk of his head in the direction his daughter had taken. 
"How did itreally go, boys?"
        "Wonderful, really-" Dick began to enthuse.
        "Youtell me, Martin."
        "In the main, very well. Of course this was a very short flight, but we found 
nothing wrong with the engines or their controls; we are fairly certain that no major 
alterations will be necessary. The optical system needs some more work; the attractors 
andrepellors are not at all what they should be in either accuracy or delicacy. The rifles 
work perfectly. The air-purifiers do not remove allodors , but the air after purification is 
safe to breathe and physiologically adequate. The water-recovery system does not work 
at all-it delivers sewage."
        "Well, that's not too serious, with all the water you carry."
        "No, but it malfunctions so grossly that some mistake was made-obviously. It 
should be easy to find and to fix. For a thing so new, we both are very well satisfied with 
its performance."
        "You're ready for Steel, then? I don't know what they'll do when they find out that 
you don't intend to do anything with "OldCrip ," but they'll do something."
        "I hope they blow their stacks," Seaton said, grimly. "We're ready for 'em, with a 
lot of stuff they never heard of and won't like a little bit. Give us four or five days to 
straighten out the bugs Mart told you about-then let 'em do anything they want to."
         
         
        Chapter 11
         
        THE AFTERNOON following the home-coming of theSkylark , Season and 
Dorothy returned from a long horseback ride in the park. After Seaton had mounted his 
motorcycle, Dorothy turned toward a bench in the shade of an old elm to watch a game of 
tennis on the court next door. Scarcely had she seated herself when a great copper-plated 
ball landed directly in front of her. A heavy steel door snapped open and a powerful 
figure clad in leather leaped out. The man's face and eyes were covered by his helmet 
flaps and amber goggles.
        Dorothy leaped to her feet with a shriek-Seaton had just left her and this spaceship 
was far too small to be theSkylark -it was the counterpart of "OldCrip ," which, she knew, 
could never fly. As these thoughts raced through her she screamed again and turned in 
flight; but the stranger caught her in three strides and she found herself helpless in a pair 
of arms as strong as Seaton's.
        Picking her up lightly, DuQuesne carried her over the lawn to his spaceship. 
Dorothy screamed wildly as she found that her fiercest struggles made no impression on 
her captor. Her clawing nails glanced harmlessly off the glass and leather of his helmet; 
her teeth were equally ineffective against his leather coat.
        With the girl in his arms DuQuesne stepped into the vessel. The door clanged shut 
behind them. Dorothy caught a glimpse of another woman, tied tightly into one of the 
side seats.
        "Tie her feet, Perkins," DuQuesne ordered, holding her around the body so that 
her feet extended straight out in front of him. "She's a fighting wildcat."
        As Perkins threw one end of a small rope around her ankles Dorothy doubted up 
her knees, drawing her feet as far away from him as she could. He stepped up carelessly 
and reached out to grasp her ankles. She straightened out viciously, driving her riding-
boots into the pit of his stomach with all her strength.
        It was a true solar-plexus blow; and, completely knocked out, Perkins staggered 
backward against the instrument-board. Hisoutflung arm pushed the power lever out to its 
last notch, throwing full current through the bar, which was pointed straight up as it had 
been when they made their landing.
        There was the creak of fabricated steel stressed almost to its limit as the vessel 
shot upward with a stupendous velocity, and only the ultra-protective and super-resilient 
properties of the floor saved their lives as they were thrown flat upon it by the awful 
force of their acceleration.
        The maddened spaceship tore through the thin layer of the earth's atmosphere in 
instants-it was through it and into the almost-perfect vacuum of interplanetary space 
before the thick steel hull was even warmed through.
        Dorothy lay flat upon her back, just as she had fallen, unable even to move her 
arms, gaining each breath by a terrible effort. Perkins was a huddled heap under the 
instrument board. The other captive, Brookings' ex-secretary, was in somewhat better 
case, as her bonds had snapped and she was lying in optimum position in one of the seats-
forced into that position and held there, as the designer of those seats had intended. She, 
like Dorothy, was gasping for breath, her straining muscles barely able to force air into 
her lungs because of theparalyzing weight of her chest.
        DuQuesne alone was able to move, and it required all of his Herculean strength to 
creep and crawl, snakelike, toward the instrument board. Finally, attaining his goal, he 
summoned all his strength to grasp, not the controlling lever, which he knew was beyond 
his reach, but acutout switch only a couple of feet above his head. With a series of 
convulsive movements he fought his way up, first until he was crouching on elbows and 
knees, then into a squatting position. Then, placing his left hand under his right, he made 
a last supreme effort. Perspiration streamed from his face; his muscles stood out in ridges 
visible even under the heavy leather of his coat; his lips parted in a snarl over his locked 
teeth as he threw every ounce of his powerful body into an effort to force his right hand 
up to that switch. His hand approached it slowly-closed over it-pulled it out.
        The result was startling. With the terrific power instantly cut off, and with not 
even the ordinary force of gravity to counteract the force DuQuesne was exerting, his 
own muscular effort hurled him upward, toward thecenter of the ship and against the 
instrument board. The switch, still in his grasp, was again closed. His shoulder crashed 
against the knobs which controlled the direction of the power bar, swinging it through a 
wide arc. As the ship darted off in the new direction with all its former acceleration he 
was hurled back against the board, tearing one end loose from its supports and falling 
unconscious to the floor on the other side. After what seemed like an eternity, Dorothy 
and the other girl felt their senses slowly leave them.
        With its four unconscious passengers the ship hurtled through empty space, its 
already inconceivable velocity being augmented every second by a quantity almost equal 
to the velocity of light-driven furiously onward by the prodigious power of the 
disintegrating copper bar.
         
         
        Seaton had gone only a short distance from his sweetheart's home when, over the 
purring of his engine, he thought he heard Dorothy scream. He did not wait to make sure, 
but whirled his machine around and its purring changed to a bellowing roar as he opened 
the throttle. Gravel flew under skidding wheels as he made the turn into the Vaneman 
grounds at suicidal speed. He arrived at the scene just in time to see the door of the 
spaceship close. Before he could reach it the vessel disappeared, with nothing to mark its  
departure except a violent whirl of grass and sod, uprooted and carried high into the air 
by the vacuum of its wake. To the excited tennis players and the screaming mother of the 
abducted girl it seemed as though the great metal ball had vanished utterly. Only Seaton 
traced the line of debris in the air and saw, for a fraction of an instant, an infinitesimal 
black dot in the sky before it disappeared.
        Interrupting theclamor of the young people, each of whom was trying to tell him 
what had happened, he spoke to Mrs. Vaneman rapidly but gently. "Mother, Dottie's all 
right. Steel's got her, but they won't keep her long. Don't worry, we'll get her back. It may 
be a week or it may take a year; but we'll bring her back!"
        He leaped upon his motorcycle and shattered all speed laws on the way to Crane's 
house.
         
         
        "Mart!" he yelled. "They've got Dottie, in a ship made from our plans. Let's go!"
        "Slow down-don't go off half-cocked. What do you plan?"
        "Plan! Just chase 'em. and kill 'em!"
        "Which way did they go, and when?"
        "Straight up. Full power. Twenty minutes ago."
        "Too long ago. Straight up has moved five degrees. They may have covered a 
million miles, or they may have come down only a few miles away. Sit down and think-
use your brain."
        Seaton sat down and pulled out his pipe, fighting for self-possession. Then he 
jumped up and ran into his room, coming back with an object compass whose needle 
pointed upward.
        "DuQuesne did it?" he cried, exultantly. "This is still looking right at him. Now 
let's go, and snap it up!"
        "Not yet. How far away are they?"
        Seaton touched the stud that set the needle swinging and snapped on the 
millisecond timer. Both men watched in strained attention assecond after secondwent by 
and the needle continued to oscillate. It finally came to rest and Crane punched keys on 
the computer.
        "Three hundred and fifty million miles. Half-way out of the solar system. That 
means a constant acceleration of about one light"
        "Nothingcan go that fast, Mart. E Equals M C square."
        "Einstein's Theory is still a theory. This distance is an observed fact."
        "And theories are modified to fit facts.Hokay . He's out of control-something went 
haywire."
        "Undoubtedly."
        "We don't know how big a bar he's got, so we can't figure how long it'll take us to 
catch him. For Pete's sake, Mart, let's get at it!"
        They hurried out to theSkylark and made a quick check. Seaton was closing the 
lock when Crane stopped him with a gesture toward the power plant.
        "We have only four bars, Dick-two for each engine. It will take at least one to 
overtake them, and at least one to stop. If we expect to get back within our lifetime it will 
take the other two to get us back. Even with no allowance at all for the unexpected, we 
are short on power."
        Seaton, though furiously eager to be off, was stopped cold. "Check. We'd better 
get a couple more-maybe four. We'd better load up on grub and X-plosive ammunition, 
too."
        "And water," Crane added. "Especially water."
        Seaton called the brass foundry. The manager took his order, but blandly 
informed him that there was not that much copper in the city, that it would be ten days or 
two weeks before such an order could be filled. Seaton suggested that they melt up some 
finished goods-bus bars and the like-price no object; but the manager was obdurate. He 
could not violate the priority rule.
        Seaton then called other places, every place he could think of or find in the yellow 
pages, trying to buy anything made of copper. Bar-sheet-shapes-trolley wire-cable-house 
wire-anything. There was nothing available in any quantity large enough to be of any use.
        After an hour of fruitless telephoning he reported, in fulminating language, to 
Crane.
        "I'm not too surprised. Steel might not want us to have too much copper."
        Sparksalmost shot from Seaton's eyes. "I'm going to see Brookings. He'll give me 
some copper or a few of the atoms of his carcass will land inAndromeda ." He started for 
the door.
        "No, Dick,no! " Crane seized Seaton by the arm. "That wouldn't-couldn't-get us 
anything except indefinite delay."
        "What else, then? How?"
        "We can be atWilson's in five minutes. He has some copper on hand, and can get 
more. TheSkylark is ready to travel." 
        In a few minutes they were in the office of the plant in which their vessel had 
been built. When they made their wants known the ironmaster shook his head.
        "I'm sorry, but I don't think I've got over a hundred pounds of copper in the place, 
and no non-ferrous equipment. . . ."
        Seaton started to explode, but Crane silenced him and toldWilsonthe whole story.
        Wilsonslammed his fist down onto his desk and roared, "I'll get copper if I have to 
tear the roof off of the church!" Then, more quietly, "We'll have to cobble up a furnace 
and crucible . . . and hand-make patterns andmolds . . . and borrow a big lathe . . . but 
you'll get your bars just as fast as I can possibly get them out."
         
         
        Two days passed before the gleaming copper cylinders were ready. During this 
time Crane added to their equipment every article for which he could conceive any 
possible use, while Seaton raged up and down in a black fury of impatience. While the 
bars were being loaded they made another reading on the object compass. Their faces 
grew tense and their hearts turned sick as minute followed minute and the needle still 
would not settle down. Finally, however, it came to rest. Seaton's voice almost failed him 
as he said, "About two hundred and thirty-five light-years. Couldn't nail the exact end-
point, but that's fairly close. They're lost like nobody was ever lost before. So long, guy." 
He held out his hand. "It's been mighty nice knowing you. Tell Vaneman if I come back 
I'll bring her with me"
        Crane refused the hand. "Since when am I not going along, Dick?"
        "As of just now. No sense in it. If Dottie's gone I'm going too; but M. Reynolds 
Crane very positively is not."
        "Nonsense. This is somewhat farther than we had planned for the first trip, but 
there is no real difference. It is just as safe to go a thousand light-years as one, and we 
have ample supplies. In any event, I am going."
        "Who do you think you're kidding? . . . Thanks, ace." This time, hands met in a 
crushing grip. "You're worth three of me."
        "I'll call Vaneman," Crane said, hastily.
        He did not tell the lawyer the truth, or any close approximation of it-merely the 
chase would probably be longer than had been supposed, that communication could very 
well be impossible, that they would in all probability be gone a long time, and that he 
could not even guess at how long that time would be.
        They closed the locks and took off. Seaton crowded on power until Crane, reading 
the pyrometers, warned him to cut back the skin was getting too hot.
        Free of atmosphere, Seaton again advanced the lever, notch by notch, until he 
could no longer support the weight of his hand, but had to resort to the arm-support 
designed for that emergency. He pushed the lever a few notches farther, and was forced 
violently down into his seat, which had automatically moved upward so that his hand still 
controlled therachet handle. Still he kept the ratchet clicking, until he knew that he could 
not endure much more.
        "How . . . you . . . coming?" he wheezed into his microphone. He could not really 
talk.
        "Paas. . . s . . . sing . . .ou . . . u . . . t" Crane's reply was barely audible. "If . . . f . . 
. y . . . y . . . o . . .uu . . . c . . . c . . .ss . . . t . . . a . . . n . . . g . . . g . . . o . . . a . . . h . . . e . . 
. d . . . d . . ."
        Seaton cut back a few notches. "How about this?"
        "I can take this much, I think. I was right on the edge."
        "I'll let her ride here, then. How Long?"
        "Four or five hours. Then we had better eat and take another reading."
        "All right.Talking's too much work, so if it gets too much for you, yell while you 
still can. I'm sure glad we're on our way at last."
         
        Chapter 12
         
        FOR FORTY-EIGHT hours the uncontrolled engine dragged DuQuesne's vessel 
through the empty reaches of space with an awful and constantly increasing velocity. 
Then, when only a few traces of copper remained, the acceleration began to decrease. 
Floor and seats began to return to their normal positions. When the last particle of copper 
was gone, the ship's speed became constant. Apparently motionless to those inside her, 
she was in reality moving with a velocity thousands of times greater than that of light.
        DuQuesne was the first to gain control of himself. His first effort to get up lifted 
him from the floor and he floated lightly upward to the ceiling, striking it with a gentle 
bump and remaining, motionless and unsupported, in the air. The others, none of whom 
had attempted to move, stared at him in amazement.
        DuQuesne reached out, clutched a hand-grip, and drew himself down to the floor. 
With great caution he removed his suit, transferring two automatic pistols as he did so. 
By feeling gingerly of his body he found that no bones were broken. Only then did he 
look around to see how his companions were faring.
        They were all sitting up and holding onto something. The girls were resting 
quietly; Perkins was removing his leather costume.
        "Good morning, Dr. DuQuesne. Something must have happened when I kicked 
your friend."
        "Good morning, Miss Vaneman." DuQuesne smiled, more than half in relief. 
"Several things happened. He fell into the controls, turning on all the juice, and we left 
considerably faster than I intended to. I tried to get control, but couldn't. Then we all went 
to sleep and just woke up."
        "Have you any idea where we are?"
        "No . . . but I can make a fair estimate." He glanced at the empty chamber where 
the copper cylinder had been; took out notebook, pencil, and slide rule; and figured for 
minutes.
        He then drew himself to one of the windows and stared out, then went to another 
window, and another. He seated himself at the crazily tilted control board and studied it. 
He worked the computer for a few moments.
        "I don't know exactly what to make of this," he told Dorothy, quietly. "Since the 
power was on exactly forty-eight hours, we should not be more than two light-days away 
from our sun. However, we certainly are. I could recognize at least some of the fixed 
stars and constellations from anywhere within a light-year or so of Sol, and I can't find 
even one familiar thing. Therefore we must have been accelerating all the time. We must 
be somewhere in theneighborhood of two hundred thirty-seven light-years away from 
home. For you two who don't know what a light-year is, about six quadrillion-six 
thousand millionmillion -miles."
        Dorothy's face turned white; Margaret Spencer fainted; Perkins merely goggled, 
his face working convulsively.
        "Then we'll never get back?" Dorothy asked.
        "I wouldn't say that-"
        "You got us into this!" Perkins screamed, and leaped at Dorothy, murderous fury 
in his glare, his fingers curved into talons. Instead of reaching her, however, he merely 
sprawled grotesquely in the air. DuQuesne, braced one foot against the wall and seizing a 
hand-grip with his left hand, knocked Perkins clear across the room with one blow of his 
right.
        "None of that, louse," DuQuesne said, evenly. "One more wrong move out of you 
and I'll throw you out. It isn't her fault we're here, it's our own. And mostly yours-if you'd 
had three brain cells working she couldn't have kicked you. But that's past. The only thing 
of interest now is getting back."
        "But we can't get back." Perkins whimpered. "The power's gone, the controls are 
wrecked, and you just said you're lost."
        "I did not" DuQuesne's voice was icy. "What I said was that I don't know where 
we are-a different statement entirely."
        "Isn't that a distinction without a difference?" Dorothy asked acidly.
        "By no means, Miss Vaneman. I can repair the control board. I have two extra 
power bars. One of them, with direction exactly reversed, will stop us, relative to the 
earth. I'll burn half of the last one, then coast until, by recognizing fixed stars and 
triangulating them, I can fix our position. I will then know where our solar system is and 
will go there. In the meantime, I suggest that we have something to eat."
        "A beautiful and timely thought!" Dorothy exclaimed. "I'm famished. Where's 
your refrigerator? But something else comes first. I'm a mess, and she must be, too. 
Where's our room . . . that is, wehave a room?"
        "Yes. That one, and there's the galley, over there. We're cramped, but you'll be 
able to make out. Let me say, Miss Vaneman, that I really admire your nerve. I didn't 
expect thatlunk to disintegrate the way he did, but I thought you girls might. Miss 
Spencer will, yet, unless you . . ."
        "I'll try to. I'm scared, of course, but falling apart won't help . . . and we've simply 
got to get back."
        "We will. Two of us, at least."
        Dorothy nudged the other girl, who had not paid any attention to anything around 
her, and led her along a hand-rail. As she went, she could not help but think-with more 
than a touch of admiration-of the man who had abducted her. Calm, cool, master of 
himself and the situation, disregarding completely the terrible bruises that disfigured half 
his face and doubtless half his body as well-she admitted to herself that it was only his 
example which had enabled her to maintain her self-control.
        As she crawled over Perkins' suit she remembered that he had not taken any 
weapons from it, and a glance assured her that Perkins was not watching her. She 
searched it quickly, finding two automatics. She noted with relief that they were standard 
.45's and stuck them into her pockets.
        In the room, Dorothy took one look at the other girl, then went to the galley and 
back.
        "Here, swallow this." she ordered.
        The girl did so. She shuddered uncontrollably, but did begin to come to life.
        "That's better. Now, snap out of it," Dorothy said, sharply. "We aren't dead and 
we aren't going to be."
        "I am," came the wooden reply. "You don't know that beast Perkins."
        "I do so. And better yet, I know things that neither DuQuesne nor that Perkins 
even guess. Two of the smartest men that ever lived are on our tail, and when they catch 
up with us . . . well, I wouldn't be intheir shoes foranything ."
        "What?" Dorothy's confident words and bearing, as much the potent pill, were 
taking effect. The strange girl was coming back rapidly to sanity and normality. 
"Notreally ?"
        "Really. We've got a lot to do, and we've got to clean up first. And with no weight 
. . . does it make you sick?"
        "It did, dreadfully, but I've got nothing left to be sick with. Doesn't it you?"
        "Not very much. I don't like it, but I'm getting used to it. And I don't suppose you 
know anything about it"
        "No. All I can feel is that I'm falling, and it's almost unbearable."
        "It isn't pleasant. I've studied it a lot-in theory-and the boys say all you've got to 
do is forget that falling sensation. Not that I've been able to do it, but I'm still trying. The 
first thing's a bath, and then-"
        "A bath!Here? How?"
        "Sponge-bath. I'll show you. Then . . . they brought along quite a lot of clothes to 
fit me, and you're just about my size . . . and you'll look nice in green. . . ."
        After they had put themselves to rights, Dorothy said, "That's alot better." Each 
girl looked at the other, and each liked what she saw.
        The stranger was about twenty-two with heavy, wavy black hair. Her eyes were a 
rich, deep brown; her skin clear, smooth ivory. Normally a beautiful girl, thought 
Dorothy, even though she was now thin, haggard, and worn.
        "Let's get acquainted before we do anything else," she said. "I'm Margaret 
Spencer, formerly private secretary to His High Mightiness, Brookings of Steel. They 
swindled my father out of an invention worth millions and then killed him. I got the job 
to see if I could prove it, but I didn't get much evidence before they caught me. So, after 
two months of things you wouldn't believe, here I am. Talking never would have done me 
any good, and I'm certain it won't now. Perkins will kill me . . . or maybe, if what you say 
is true, I should add 'if he can.' This is the first time I've had that much hope."
        "But how about Dr. DuQuesne? Surely he wouldn't let him."
        "I've never met DuQuesne before, but from what I heard around the office, he's 
worse than Perkins-in a different way, of course. He's absolutely cold and utterly hard-a 
perfect fiend."
        "Oh, come, you're too hard on him. Didn't you see him knock Perkins down when 
he came after me?"
        "No-or perhaps I did, in a dim sort of way. But that doesn't mean anything. He 
probably wants you left alive-of course that's it, since he went to all the trouble of 
kidnapping you. Otherwise he would have let Perkins do anything he wanted to with you, 
without lifting a finger."
        "I can't believe that." Nevertheless, a chill struck at Dorothy's heart as she 
remembered the inhuman crimes attributed to the man. "He has treated us with every 
consideration so far-let's hope for the best. Anyway, I'm sure we'll get back safely."
        "You keep saying that. What makes you so sure?"
        "Well, I'm Dorothy Vaneman, and I'm engaged to Dick Seaton, the man who 
invented this spaceship, and I'm as sure as can be that he is chasing us right now."
        "But that's just what they want!" Margaret exclaimed. "I heard some Top Secret 
stuff about that. Your name and Seaton's brings it back to me. Their ship is rigged, some 
way or other, so it will blow up or something the first time they go anywhere!"
        "That's whatthey think" Dorothy's voice dripped scorn. "Dick and his partner-
you've heard of Martin Crane, of course?"
        "I heard the name mentioned with Seaton's, but that's all."
        "Well, he's quite a wonderful inventor, and almost as smart as Dick is. Together 
they found out about that sabotage and built another ship that Steel doesn't know 
anything about. Bigger and better and faster than this one."
        "That makes me feel better." Margaret really brightened for the first time. "No 
matter how rough this trip will be, it'll be a vacation for me now. If I only had a gun . . ."
        "Here," and as Margaret stared at the proffered weapon, "I've got another. I got 
them out of Perkins' suit."
        "Glory be!" Margaret fairly beamed. "Thereis balm inGilead, after all! Just watch, 
next time Perkins threatens to cut my heart out with his knife . . . and we'd better go make 
those sandwiches, don't you think? And call me Peggy, please."
        "Will do, Peggy my dear-we're going to be great friends. And I'm Dot or Dottie to 
you."
        In the galley the girls set about making dainty sandwiches, but the going was very 
hard indeed. Margaret was particularly inept. Slices of bread went one way, bits of butter 
another, ham and sausage in several others. She seized two trays and tried to trap the 
escaping food between them-but in the attempt she released her hold and floated 
helplessly into the air.
        "Oh, Dot, what'll wedo anyway?" she wailed. "Everything wants to fly all over 
the place!"
        "I don't quite know-I wish we had a bird-cage, so we could reach in and grab 
anything before it could escape. We'd better tie everything down, I guess, and let 
everybody come in and cut off a chunk of anything they want. But what I'm wondering 
about is drinking. I'm simply dying of thirst and I'm afraid to open this bottle." She had a 
bottle of ginger ale clutched in her left hand, an opener in her right; one leg was hooked 
around a vertical rail. "I'm afraid it'll go into a million drops and Dick says if you breathe 
them in you're apt to choke to death."
        "Seaton was right-as usual." Dorothy whirled around. DuQuesne was surveying 
the room, a glint of amusement in his one sound eye. "I wouldn't recommend playing 
with charged drinks while weightless. Just a minute-I'll get the net."
        He got it; and while he was deftly clearing the air of floating items of food he 
went on. "Charged stuff could be murderous unless you're wearing a mask. Plain liquids 
you can drink through a straw after you learn how. Your swallowing has got to be 
conscious, and all muscular with no gravity. But what I came here for was to tell you I'm 
ready to put on one G of acceleration so we'll have normal gravity. I'll put it on easy, but 
watch it"
        "What aheavenly relief!" Margaret cried, when everything again stayed put. "I 
never thought I'd ever be grateful for just being able to stand still in one place, did you?"
        Preparing the meal was now of course simple enough. As the four ate, Dorothy 
noticed that DuQuesne's left arm was almost useless and that he ate with difficulty 
because of his terribly bruised face. After the meal was done she went to the medicine 
chest and selected containers, swabs, and gauze.
        "Come over here, doctor. First aid is indicated."
        "I'm all right . . ." he began, but at her imperious gesture he got up carefully and 
came toward her.
        "Your arm is lame. Where's the damage?"
        "The shoulder is the worst. I rammed it through the board."
        "Take off your shirt and lie down here."
        He did so and Dorothy gasped at the extent and severity of the man's injuries.
        "Will you get me some towels and hot water, please, Peggy?" She worked busily 
for minutes, bathing away clotted blood, applying antiseptics, and bandaging. "Now for 
those bruises-I never saw anything like them before. I'm not really a nurse. What would 
you use?Tripidiagen or . . ."
        "Amylophene. Massage it in as I move the arm."
        He did not wince and his expression did not change; but he began to sweat and his 
face turned white. She paused.
        "Keep it up, nurse," he directed, coolly. "That stuff's murder in the first degree, 
but it does the job and it's fast."
        When she had finished and he was putting his shirt back on: "Thanks, Miss 
Vaneman-thanks a lot. It feels a hundred per cent better already. But why did you do it? 
I'd think you'd want to bash me with that basin instead."
        "Efficiency." She smiled. "As our chief engineer it won't do to have you laid up."
        "Logical enough, in a way . . . but . . . I wonder . . ."
        She did not reply, but turned to Perkins.
        "How are you, Mr. Perkins? Do you require medical attention?"
        "No," Perkins growled. "Keep away from me or I'll cut your heart out."
        "Shut up!" DuQuesne snapped.
        "I haven't done anything!"
        "Maybe it didn't quite constitute making a break, so I'll broaden the definition. If 
you can't talk like a man, keep still. Lay off Miss Vaneman-thoughts, words, and actions. 
I'm in charge of her and I will have no interference whatever. This is your last warning."
        "How about Spencer, then?"
        "She's your responsibility, not mine."
        An evil light appeared in Perkins' eyes. He took out a wicked-looking knife and 
began to strop it carefully on the leather of the seat, glaring at his victim the while.
        Dorothy started to protest, but was silenced by a gesture from Margaret, who 
calmly took the pistol out of her pocket. She jerked the slide and held the weapon up on 
one finger.
        "Don't worry about his knife. He's been sharpening it for my benefit for the last 
month. It doesn't mean a thing. But you shouldn't play with it so much, Perkins, you 
might be tempted to try to throw it. So drop it on the floor and kick it over here to me. 
Before I count three. One." The heavy pistol steadied into line with his chest and her 
finger tightened on the trigger.
        "Two." Perkins obeyed and Margaret picked up the knife.
        "Doctor!" Perkins appealed to DuQuesne, who had watched the scene unmoved, a 
faint smile upon his saturnine face. "Why don't you shoot her? You won't sit there and 
see me murdered!"
        "Won't I? It makes no difference to me which of you kills the other, or if you both 
do, or neither. You brought this on yourself. Anyone with any fraction of a brain doesn't 
leave guns lying around loose. You should have seen Miss Vaneman take them-I did."
        "You saw her take them and didn't warn me?" Perkins croaked.
        "Certainly. If you can't take care of yourself I'm not going to take care of you. 
Especially after the way you bungled the job. I could have recovered the stuff she stole 
from that ass Brookings inside an hour."
        "How?" Perkins sneered. "If you're so good, why did you have to come to me 
about Seaton and Crane?"
        "Because my methods wouldn't work and yours would. It isn't on planning that 
you're weak, as I told Brookings-it's on execution."
        "Well, what are you going to do about her? Are you going to sit there and lecture 
all day?"
        "I am going to do nothing whatever. Fight your own battles."
        Dorothy broke the silence that followed. "Youdid see me take the guns, doctor?"
        "I did. You have one in your right breeches pocket now."
        "Then why didn't you, or don't you, try to take it away from me?" she asked, 
wonderingly.
        " 'Try' is the wrong word. If I had not wanted you to take them you wouldn't have. 
If I didn't want you to have a gun now I would take it away from you," and his black eyes 
stared into her violet ones with such calm certainty that she felt her heart sink.
        "Has Perkins got any more knives or guns or things in his room?" Dorothy 
demanded.
        "I don't know," indifferently. Then, as both girls started for Perkins' room 
DuQuesne rapped out, "Sit down, Miss Vaneman. Let them fight it out. Perkins has his 
orders about you; I'm giving you orders about him. If he oversteps, shoot him. Otherwise, 
hands off completely-in every respect."
        Dorothy threw up her head in defiance; but, meeting his cold stare, she paused 
irresolutely and sat down, while the other girl went on.
        "That's better," DuQuesne said. "Besides, it would be my guess that she doesn't 
need any help."
        Margaret returned from the search and thrust her pistol back into her pocket. 
"That ends that," she declared. "Are you going to behave yourself or do I chain you by 
the neck to a post?"
         "I suppose I'll have to, if the doc's gone back on me," Perkins snarled. "But I'll 
get you when we get back, you-"
        "Stop it!" Margaret snapped. "Now listen. Call me names any more and I'll start 
shooting. One name, one shot; two names, two shots; and so on. Each shot in a carefully 
selected place. Go ahead."
        DuQuesne broke the silence that followed. "Well, now that the battle's over and 
we're fed and rested, I'll put on some power. Everybody into seats."
         
         
        For sixty hours he drove through space, reducing the acceleration only at 
mealtimes, when they ate and exercised their stiffened, tormented bodies. The power was 
not cut down for sleep; everyone slept as best he could.
        Dorothy and Margaret were together constantly and a real intimacy grew up 
between them. Perkins was for the most part sullenly quiet. DuQuesne worked steadily 
during all his waking hours, except at mealtimes when he talked easily and well. There 
was no animosity in his bearing or in his words; but his discipline was strict and his 
reproofs merciless.
        When the power bar was exhausted DuQuesne lifted the sole remaining cylinder 
into the engine, remarking:
        "Well, we should be approximately stationary, relative to Earth. Now we'll start 
back."
        He advanced the lever, and for many hours the regular routine of the ship went 
on. Then DuQuesne on waking, saw that the engine was no longer perpendicular to the 
floor, but was inclined slightly. He read the angle of inclination on the great circles, then 
scanned a sector of space. He reduced the current, whereupon all four felt a lurch as the 
angle was increased many degrees. He read the new angle hastily and restored touring 
power. He then sat down at the computer and figured-with that much power on, a 
tremendous and unnerving job.
        "What's the matter, doctor?" Dorothy asked.
        "We're being deflected a little from our course."
        "Is that bad?"
         "Ordinarily, no. Every time we pass a star its gravity pulls us a little out of line. 
But the effects are slight, do not last long. and tend to cancel each other out. This is too 
big and has lasted altogether too long. If it keeps on, we could miss the solar system 
altogether; and I can't find anything to account for it"
        He watched the bar anxiously, expecting to see it swing back into the vertical, but 
the angle grew steadily larger. He again reduced the current and searched the heavens for 
the troublesome body.
        "Do you see it yet?" Dorothy asked, apprehensively.
        "No . . . but this optical system could be improved. I could do better with night-
glasses, I think."
        He brought out a pair of grotesque-looking binoculars and stared through them 
out of an upper window for perhaps five minutes.
        "Good God!" he exclaimed. "It's a dead star and we're almost onto it!"
        Springing to the board, he whirled the bar into and through the vertical, then 
measured the apparent diameter of the strange object. Then, after cautioning the others, 
he put on more power than he had been using. After exactly fifteen minutes he slackened 
off and made another reading. Seeing his expression, Dorothy was about to speak, but he 
forestalled her.
        "We lost more ground. It must be a lot bigger than anything known to our 
astronomers. And I'm not trying to pull away from it; just to make an orbit around it. 
We'll have to put on full power-take seats!"
        He left full power on until the bar was nearly gone and made another series of 
observations. "Not enough," he said, quietly.
        Perkins screamed and flung himself upon the floor; Margaret clutched at her heart 
with both hands; Dorothy, though her eyes looked like black holes in her white face, 
looked at him steadily and asked, "This is the end, then?"
        "Not yet." His voice was calm and level. "It'll take two days, more or less, to fall 
that far, and we have a little copper left for one last shot. I'm going to figure the angle to 
make that last shot as effective as possible."
        "Won't the repulsive outer coating do any good?"
        "No; it'll be gone long before we hit. I'd strip it and feed it to the engine if I could 
think of a way of getting it off."
        He lit a cigarette and sat at ease at the computer. He sat there, smoking and 
computing, for over an hour. He then changed, very slightly, the angle of the engine.
        "Now we look for copper," he said. "There isn't any in the ship itself-everything 
electrical is silver, down to our flashlights and the bases of the lamps. But examine the 
furnishings and all your personal stuff-anything with copper or brass in it. That includes 
metallic money-pennies, pickles, and silver."
        They found a few items, but very few. DuQuesne added his watch, his heavy 
signet ring, his keys, his tie-clasp, and the cartridges from his pistol. He made sure that 
Perkins did not hold anything out. The girls gave up not only their money and cartridges 
but theirjewelry , including Dorothy's engagement ring.
        "I'd like to keep it, but . . ." She said, as she added it to the collection.
        "Everything goes that has any copper in it; and I'm glad Seaton's too much of a 
scientist to buy platinumjewelry . But, if we get away, I doubt very much if you'll be able 
to see any difference in your ring. Very little copper in it-but we need every milligram we 
can get."
        He threw all the metal into the power chamber and advanced the lever. It was 
soon spent; and after the final observation, while the others waited in suspense, he made 
his curt announcement.
        "Not quite enough."
        Perkins, his mind already weakened, went completely insane. With a wild howl 
he threw himself at the unmoved scientist, who struck him on the head with the butt of 
his pistol as he leaped. The force of the blow crushedPerkin's head and drove his body to 
the other side of the ship. Margaret looked as though she were about to faint. Dorothy and 
DuQuesne looked at each other. To the girl's amazement the man was as calm as though 
he were in his own room at home on earth. She made an effort to hold her voice steady. 
"What next, doctor?"
        "I don't exactly know. I still haven't been able to work out a method of recovering 
that plating . . . It's so thin that there isn't much copper, even on a sphere as big as this 
one."
        "Even if you could get it, and it were enough, we'd starve anyway, wouldn't we?" 
Margaret, holding herself together desperately, tried to speak lightly.
        "Not necessarily. That would give me time to figure out something else to do."
        "You wouldn't have to figure anything else," Dorothy declared. "Maybe you 
won't, anyway. You said we have two days?"
        "My observations were crude, but it's a little over two days-about forty-nine and a 
half hours now. Why?"
        "Because Dick and Martin Crane will find us before very long. Quite possibly 
within two days"
        "Not in this life. If they tried to follow us they're both dead now."
        "That's where even you are wrong!" she flashed. "They knew all the time exactly 
what you were doing to our oldSkylark , so they built another one, that you never knew 
anything about. And they know a lot about this new metal that you never heard of, too, 
because it wasn't in those plans you stole!"
        DuQuesne went directly to the heart of the matter, paying no attention to her 
barbs. "Can they follow us in space without seeing us?" he demanded.
        "Yes. At least, I think they can."
        "How do they do it?"
        "I don't know. I wouldn't tell you, if I did!"
        "You think not? I won't argue the point at the moment. If they can find us-which I 
doubt-I hope they detect this dead star in time to keep away from it-and us."
        "But why?" Dorothy gasped. "You've been trying to kill both of them-wouldn't 
you be glad to take them with us?"
        "Pleasetry to be logical. Far from it. There's no connection. I tried to kill them, 
yes, because they stood in the way of my development of this new metal. If, however, I 
am not going to be the one to do it-I certainly hope Seaton goes ahead with it. It's the 
greatest discovery ever made, bar none; and if both Seaton and I, the only two men able 
to develop it properly, get killed it will be lost, perhaps for hundreds of years."
        "If he must go, too, I hope he doesn't find us . . . but I don't believe it. I simply 
know he could get us away from here."
        She continued more slowly, almost speaking to herself, her heart sinking with her 
voice, "He's following us and he won't stop even if he knows he can't get away."
        "There's no denying the fact that our situation is critical; but as long as I'm alive I 
can think. I'm going to dope outsome way of getting that copper."
        "I hope you do." Dorothy kept her voice from breaking only by a tremendous 
effort. "I see Peggy's fainted. I wish I could. I'm worn out."
        She drew herself down upon one of the seats and stared at the ceiling, fighting an 
almost overpowering impulse to scream.
        Thus time wore on-Perkins dead; Margaret unconscious; Dorothy lying in her 
seat, her thoughts a formless prayer, buoyed only by her faith in God and in her lover; 
DuQuesne self-possessed, smoking innumerable cigarettes, his keen mind at grips with 
its most desperate problem, grimly fighting until the very last instant of life-while the 
powerless spaceship fell with an appalling velocity, and faster and yet faster, toward that 
cold and desolate monster of the heavens.
         
        Chapter 13
         
        Seaton and Crane drove the Skylark at high acceleration in the direction indicated 
by the unwavering compass, each man taking a twelve-hour trick at the board.
        TheSkylark justified the faith of her builders, and the two inventors, with an 
exultant certainty of success, flew out beyond man's wildest imaginings. Had it not been 
for the haunting fear for Dorothy's safety, the journey would have been one of pure 
triumph, and even that anxiety did not preclude a profound joy in the enterprise.
        "If that misguided ape thinks he can pull a stunt like that and get away with it he's 
got another think coming," Seaton declared, after making a reading on the other ship after 
a few days of flight. "He went off half-cocked for sure this time, and we've got him right 
where the hair is short. Only about a hundred light-years now. Better we reverse pretty 
quick, you think?"
        "It's hard to say-very hard. By our dead reckoning he seems to have started back; 
but dead reckoning is notoriously poor reckoning and we have no reference points."
        "Well, deadreckoning's the only thing we've got, and anyway you can't be a 
precisionist out here. A light-year plus or minus won't make any difference."
        "No. I suppose not," and Crane read off the settings which, had his data been 
exact, would put the Skylark in exactly the same spot with, and having exactly the same 
velocity as, the other spaceship at the point of meeting.
        The big ship spun, with a sickening lurch, through a half-circle as the bar was 
reversed. They knew that they were traveling in a direction that seemed "down", even 
though they still seemed to be going "up".
         
         
        "Mart !C'mere ."
        "Here."
        "We're getting a deflection. Too big for a star-unless it's another S-Doradus-and I 
can't see a thing-theoretically, of course, it could be anywhere to starboard. I want a 
check, fast, on true course and velocity. Is there any way to measure a gravity field you're 
falling freely in without knowing any distances?Any kind of an approximation would 
help."
        Crane observed, computed, and reported that theSkylark was being very strongly 
attracted by some object almost straight ahead.
        "We'd better break out the big night-glasses and take a good look-as you said, this 
optical system could have more power. But how far away are they?"
        "A few minutes over ten hours."
        "Ouch! Not good . . .vereeungood , in fact. By pouring it on, we could make it 
three or four hours . . . but . . . even so . . . you . . ."
        "Even so. Me. We're in this together, Dick; all the way. Just pour it on."
        As the time of meeting drew near they took readings every minute. Seaton juggled 
the power until they were very close to the other vessel and riding with it, then killed his 
engine. Both men hurried to the bottom port with their night-glasses and stared into star- 
studded blackness.
        "Of course," Seaton argued as he stared, "it is theoretically possible that a body 
can exist large enough to exert this much force and not show a disk, but I don't believe it. 
Give me four or five minutes of visual angle and I'll buy it, but-"
        "There!" Crane broke in. "At least half a degree of visual angle.Eleven o'clock, 
fairly high. Not bright, but dark. Almost invisible."
        "Got it. And that little black spot, just inside the edge at half past four-DuQuesne's 
job?"
        "I think so. Nothing else in sight."
        "Let's grab it and get out of here while we're all in one piece!"
        In seconds they reduced the distance until they could plainly see the other vessel: 
a small black circle against the somewhat lighter black of the dead star. Crane turned on 
the searchlight. Seaton focused their heaviest attractor and gave it everything it would 
take. Crane loaded a belt of solid ammunition and began to fire peculiarly-spaced bursts.
        After an interminable silence DuQuesne drew himself out of his seat. He took a 
long drag at his cigarette, deposited the butt carefully in an ashtray, and put on his space-
suit; leaving the faceplates open.
        "I'm going after that copper, Miss Vaneman. I don't know exactly how much of it 
I'll be able to recover, but I hope . . ."
        Light flooded in through a port. DuQuesne was thrown flat as the ship was jerked 
out of free fall. They heard an insistent metallic tapping, which DuQuesne recognized 
instantly.
        "A machine gun!" he blurted in amazement. "What in . . . wait a minute, that's 
Morse! A-R-E-are . . . Y-O-U-you . . . A-L-I-V-E-alive. . . ."
        "It's Dick!" Dorothy screamed. "He's found us-I knew he would! You couldn't 
beat Dick and Martin in a thousand years!"
        The two girls locked their arms around each other in a hysterical outburst of 
relief; Margaret's incoherent words and Dorothy's praises of her lover mingled with their 
racking sobs.
        DuQuesne had climbed to the upper port; had unshielded it. "S-O-S" he signalled 
with his flashlight.
        The searchlight died. W-E K-N-O-W. P-A-R-T-Y O-K-?" It was a light this time, 
not bullets.
        "O-K." DuQuesne knew what "Party" meant-Perkins did not count.
        "S-U-I-T-S-?"
        "Y-E-S"
        "W-I-L-L T-O-U-C-H L-O-C-K T-O L-O-C-K B-R-A-C-E S-E-L-V-E-S."
        "O-K"
        DuQuesne reported briefly to the two girls. All three put on space-suits and 
crowded into the tiny airlock. The lock was pumped down. There was a terrific jar as the 
two ships of space were brought together and held together. Outer valves opened; 
residual air screamed out into the interstellar void. Moisture condensed upon glass, 
rendering sight useless.
        "Blast!" Seaton's voice cametinnily over the helmet radios. "I can't see a foot. Can 
you, DuQuesne?"
        "No, and these joints don't move more than a couple of inches."
        "These suits need a lot more work. We'll have to go by feel. Pass 'em along."
        DuQuesne grabbed the girl nearest him and shoved her toward the spot where 
Seaton would have to be. Seaton seized her, straightened her up, and did his heroic best 
to compress that suit until he could at least feel his sweetheart's form.
        He was very much astonished to feel motions of resistance and to hear a strange 
voice cry out, "Don't! It's me! Dottie's next!"
        She was, and she put as muchfervor into the reunion as he did. As a lovers' 
embrace it was unsatisfactory; but it was an eager, if distant, contact.
        DuQuesne dived through the opening; Crane groped for the controls that closed 
the lock. Pressure and temperature came back up to normal. The clumsy suits were taken 
off. Seaton and Dorothy went into each other's arms.
        And this time it was a real lovers' embrace.
        "We'd better start doing something," came DuQuesne's incisive voice. "Every 
minute counts."
        "One thing first," Crane said. "Dick, what shall we do with this murderer?"
        Seaton, who had temporarily forgotten all about DuQuesne, whirled around.
        "Chuck him back into his own tub and let him go to the devil!" he said, savagely.
        "Oh, no, Dick!" Dorothy protested, seizing his arm. "He treated us very well, and 
saved my life once. Besides, you can't become a cold-blooded murderer just because he 
is. You know you can't."
        "Maybe no . . . Okay, I won't kill him-unless he gives me about half an excuse . . . 
maybe."
        "Out of the question, Dick," Crane decided. "Perhaps he can earn his way?"
        "Could be." Seaton thought for a moment, his face still grim and hard. "He's smart 
as Satan and strong as a bull . . . and if there's any possible one thing he is not, it's a liar."
        He faced DuQuesne squarely,gray eyes boring into eyes ofmidnightblack. "Will 
you give us your word to act as one of the party?"
        "Yes." DuQuesne stared back unflinchingly. His expression of cold unconcern 
had not changed throughout the conversation: it did not change now. "With the 
understanding that I reserve the right to leave you at any time-'escape' is a melodramatic 
word, but fits the facts closely enough-provided I can do so without affectingunfavorably 
your ship, your project then in work, or your persons collectively or individually."
        "You're the lawyer, Mart. Does that cover it?"
        "Admirably," Crane said. "Fully yet concisely. Also, the fact of the reservation 
indicates that he means it"
        "You're in, then," Seaton said to DuQuesne, but he did not offer to shake hands. 
"You've got the dope. What'll we have to put on to get away?"
        "You can't pull straight away-and live-but . . ."
        "Sure we can. Our power-plant can be doubled in emergencies."
        "I said 'and live.' " Seaton, remembering what one full power was like, kept still.
        "The best you can do is a hyperbolic orbit, and my guess is that it'll take full 
power to make that. Ten pounds more copper might have given me a graze, but we're a 
lot closer now. You've got more and larger tools than I had, Crane. Do you want 
torecompute it now, or give it a good, heavy shot and then figure it?"
        "A shot, I think. What do you suggest?"
        "Set your engine to roll for a hyperbolic and give it full drive for . . . say an hour."
        "Full power," Crane said, thoughtfully. "I can't take that much. But if-"
        "I can't, either," Dorothy said, foreboding in her eyes. "Nor Margaret."
        "-full power is necessary," Crane continued as though the girl had not spoken, 
"full power it shall be. Is it really of the essence, DuQuesne?"
        "Definitely. More than full would be better. And it's getting worse every minute."
        "How much power can you take?" Seaton asked.
        "More than full. Not much more, but a little."
        "If you can, I can." Seaton was not boasting, merely stating a fact. "So here's what 
let's do. Double the engines up. DuQuesne and I will notch the power up until one of us 
has to quit. Run an hour on that, and then read the news. Check?"
        "Check," said Crane and DuQuesne simultaneously, and the three men set 
furiously to work. Crane went to the engines, DuQuesne to the observatory. Seaton 
rigged helmets to air- and oxygen-tanks through valves on his board.
        Seaton placed Margaret upon a seat, fitted a helmet over her head, strapped her in, 
and turned to Dorothy.
        Instantly they were in each other's arms. He felt herlabored breathing and the hard 
beating of her heart; saw the fear of the unknown in the violet depths of her eyes; but she 
looked at him steadily as she said : "Dick, sweetheart, if this is good-bye . . ."
        "It isn't, Dottie-yet-but I know. . ."
        Crane and DuQuesne had finished their tasks, so Seaton hastily finished his job on 
Dorothy. Crane put himself to bed; Seaton and DuQuesne put on their helmets and took 
their places at the twin boards.
        In quick succession twenty notches of power went on. TheSkylark leaped away 
from the other ship, which continued its mad fall-a helpless hulk, manned by a corpse, 
falling to destruction upon the bleak surface of a dead star.
        Notch by notch, slower now, the power went up. Seaton turned the mixing valve, 
a little with each notch, until the oxygen concentration was as high as they had dared to 
risk.
        As each of the two men was determined that he would make the last advance, the 
duel continued longer than either would have believed possible. Seaton made what he 
was sure was his final effort and waited-only to feel, after a minute, the surge of the 
vessel that told him that DuQuesne was still able to move.
        He could not move any part of his body, which was oppressed by a sickening 
weight. His utmost efforts to breathe forced only a little oxygen into his lungs. He 
wondered how long he could retain consciousness under such stress. Nevertheless, he put 
out everything he had and got one more notch. Then he stared at the clock-face above his 
head, knowing that he was all done and wondering whether DuQuesne could put on one 
more notch.
        Minute after minute went by and the acceleration remained constant. Seaton, 
knowing that he was now in sole charge of the situation, fought off unconsciousness 
while the sweep-hand of the clock went around and around.
        After an eternity of time sixty minutes had passed and Seaton tried to cut down 
his power, only to find that the long strain had so weakened him that he could not reverse 
the ratchet. He was barely able to give the lever the backward jerk which broke contact 
completely. Safety straps creaked as, half the power shut off, the suddenly released 
springs tried to hurl five bodies upward.
        DuQuesne revived and shut down his engine. "You're a better man than I 
am,Gunga Din," he said, as he began to make observations.
        "Because you were so badly bunged up, is all-one more notch would've pulled my 
cork," and Seaton went over to liberate Dorothy and the stranger.
        Crane and DuQuesne finished their computations.
        "Did we gain enough?" Seaton asked.
        "More than enough. One engine will take us past it"
        Then, as Crane still frowned in thought, DuQuesne went on:
        "Don't you check me, Crane?"
        "Yes and no. Past it, yes, but not safely past. One thing neither of us thought of, 
apparently-Roche's Limit"
        "That wouldn't apply to this ship," Seaton said, positively. "High-tensile alloy 
steel wouldn't crumble."
        "It might," DuQuesne said. "Close enough, it would. . . . What mass would you 
assume, Crane-the theoretical maximum?"
        "I would. That star may not be that, quite, but it isn't far from it" Both men again 
bent over their computers.
        "I make it thirty-nine point seven notches of power, doubled," DuQuesne said, 
when he had finished. "Check?"
        "Closely enough-point six five," Crane replied.
        "Forty notches . . .Ummm . . ." DuQuesne paused. "I went out at thirty-two. . . . 
That means an automatic advance. It'll take time, but it's the only. . . ."
        "We've got it already-all we have to do is set it. But that'll take an ungodly lot of 
copper and what'll we do to live through it? Plus pressure on the oxygen? Or what?"
        After a short but intense consultation the men took all the steps they could to 
enable the whole party to live through what was coming. Whether they could do enough 
no one knew. Where they might lie at the end of this wild dash for safety; how they were 
to retrace their way with their depleted supply of copper, what other dangers of dead star, 
sun, or planet lay in their path, were terrifying questions that had to be ignored.
        DuQuesne was the only member of the party who actually felt any calmness, the 
quiet of the others expressing their courage in facing fear.
        The men took their places. Seaton started the motor which would automatically 
advance both power levers exactly forty notches and then stop.
        Margaret Spencer was the first to lose consciousness. Soon afterward, Dorothy 
stifled an impulse to scream as she felt herself going under. A half minute later and Crane 
went out, calmly analyzing his sensations to the last. Shortly thereafter DuQuesne also 
lapsed into unconsciousness, making no effort to avoid it, as he knew that it would make 
no difference in the end.
        Seaton, though he knew it was useless, fought to keep his senses as long as 
possible, counting the impulses as the levers were advanced.
        Thirty-two.He felt the same as when he had advanced his lever for the last time.
        Thirty-three.A giant hand shut off his breath, although he was fighting to the 
utmost for air. An intolerable weight rested upon his eyeballs, forcing them back into his 
head. The universe whirled about him in dizzy circles; orange and black and green stars 
flashed before his bursting eyes.
        Thirty-four.The stars became more brilliant and of more wildly variegatedcolors , 
and a giant pen dipped in fire wrote equations and symbols upon his quivering brain.
        Thirty-five.The stars and the fiery pen exploded in pyrotechnic coruscation of 
searing, blinding light and he plunged into a black abyss.
        Faster and faster theSkylark hurtled downward in her not quite-hyperbolic path. 
Faster and faster, as minute by minute went by, she came closer and closer to that huge 
dead star. Eighteen hours from the start of that fantastic drop she swung around it in the 
tightest, hardest conceivable arc. Beyond Roche's Limit, it is true, but so very little 
beyond it that Martin Crane's hair would have stood an end if he had known.
        Then, on the back leg of that incomprehensibly gigantic swing, the forty notches 
of doubled power began really to take hold. At thirty-six hours her path was no longer 
even approximately hyperbolic. Instead of slowing down, relative to the dead star that 
held her in an ever-weakening grip, she was speeding up at a tremendous rate.
        At two days, that grip was very weak.
        At three days the monster she had left was having no measurable effect.
        Hurtled upward, onward, outward by the inconceivable power of the unleashed 
copper demons in hercenter , theSkylark tore through the reaches of interstellar space 
with an unthinkable, almost incalculable velocity, beside which the velocity of light was 
as that of a snail to that of a rifle bullet.
         
        Chapter 14
         
        SEATON opened his eyes and gazed about him wonderingly. Only half 
conscious, bruised and sore in every part, he could not remember what had happened. 
Instinctively drawing a deep breath, he coughed as the plus-pressure gas filled his lungs, 
bringing with it a complete understanding of the situation. He tore off his helmet and 
drew himself across to Dorothy's couch.
        She was still alive!  
        He placed her face downward upon the floor and began artificial respiration. Soon 
he was rewarded by the coughing he had longed to hear. Snatching off her helmet, he 
seized her in his arms, while she sobbed convulsively on his shoulder. The first ecstasy of 
their greeting over, she started guiltily.
        "Oh, Dick! See about Peggy-I wonder if . . ."
        "Never mind," Crane said. "She is doing nicely."
        Crane had already revived the stranger. DuQuesne was nowhere in sight. Dorothy 
blushed vividly and disengaged her arms from around Seaton's neck. Seaton, also 
blushing, dropped his arms and Dorothy floated away, clutching frantically at a hand-
hold just out of her reach.
        "Pull me down, Dick !" Dorothy laughed.
        Seaton grabbed her ankle unthinkingly, neglecting his own anchorage, and they 
floated in the air together. Martin and Margaret, each holding a line, laughed heartily.
        "Tweet, tweet-I'm a canary," Seaton said, flapping his arms. "Toss us a line, 
Mart."
        "ADicky -bird, you mean," Dorothy said.
        Crane studied the floating pair with mock gravity.
        "That is a peculiar pose, Dick. What is it supposed to represent-Zeus sitting on his 
throne?"
        "I'll sit on your neck, you lug, if you don't get a wiggle on with that rope !"
        As he spoke, however he came within reach of the ceiling, and could push himself 
and his companion to a line.
        Seaton put a bar into one of the engines and, after flashing the warning light, 
applied a little power. TheSkylark seemed to leap under them; then everything had its 
normal weight once more.
         "Now that things have settled down a little," Dorothy said, "I'll introduce you two 
to Miss Margaret Spencer, a very good friend of mine. These are the boys I told you so 
much about, Peggy. This is Dr. Dick Seaton, my fiancé. He knows everything there is to 
be known about atoms, electrons, neutrons, and so forth. And this is Mr. Martin Crane, 
who is a simply wonderful inventor. He made all these engines and things."
        "I may have heard of Mr. Crane," Margaret said, eagerly. "My father was an 
inventor, too, and he used to talk about a man named Crane who invented a lot of 
instruments for supersonic planes. He said they revolutionized flying. I wonder if you are 
that Mr. Crane?"
        "That isunjustifiedly high praise, Miss Spencer," Crane replied, uncomfortable, 
"but as I have done a few things along that line I could be the man he referred to."
        "If I may change the subject," Seaton said, "where's DuQuesne?"
        "He went to clean up. Then he was going to the galley to check damage and see 
about something to eat."
        "Stout fella!" Dorothy applauded. "Food! And especially about cleaning up-if you 
know what I mean and I think you do. Come on, Peggy, I know where our room is."
        "What a girl!" Seaton said as the women left, Dorothy half supporting her 
companion.. "She's bruised and beat up from one end to the other. She's more than half 
dead yet-she didn't have enough life left in her to flag a hand-car. She can't even walk; 
she can just barely hobble. And did she let out one single yip? I ask to know. 'Business as 
usual,' all the way, if it kills her.What a girl!"
        "Include Miss Spencer in that, too, Dick. Did she 'let out any yips'? And she was 
not in nearly as good shape as Dorothy was, to start with."
        "That's right," Seaton agreed, wonderingly. "She's got plenty of guts, too. Those 
two women, Marty my old and stinky chum, are blinding flashes and deafening reports. . 
. . Well, let's go get a bath and shave. And shove the air-conditioners up a couple of 
notches, will you?"
        When they came back they found the two girls seated at one of the ports. "Did 
you dope yourself up, Dot?" Seaton asked.
        "Yes, both of us. Withamylophene . I'm getting to be a slave to the stuff." She 
made a wry face.
        Seaton grimaced too. "So did we. Ouch! Nice stuff thatamylophene ."
        "But come over here and look out of this window. Did you ever see anything like 
it?"
        As the four heads bent, so close together, an awed silence fell upon the little 
group. For the blackness of the black of the interstellar void is not the darkness of an 
earthly night, but the absolute absence of light-a black beside which that of platinum dust 
is merelygray . Upon this indescribably black backdrop there glowed faint patches which 
were nebulae; there blazed hard, brilliant, mufti-colored, dimensionless points of light 
which were stars.
        "Jewels on black velvet," Dorothy breathed. "Oh, gorgeous . . . wonderful !"
        Through their wonder a thought struck Seaton. He leaped to the board. "Look 
here, Mart. I didn't recognize a thing out there and I wondered why. We're heading away 
from the Earth and we must be making plenty of light-speeds. The swing around that big 
dud was really something, of course, but the engine should have . . . or should it?"
        "I think not . . . Unexpected, but not a surprise. That close to Roche's Limit, 
anything might happen."
        "And did, I guess. We'll have to check for permanent deformations. But this 
object- compass still works-let's see how far we are away from home."
        They took a reading and both men figured the distance.
        "Whatd'you make it, Mart? I'm afraid to tell you my result"
        "Forty-six point twenty-seven light-centuries. Check?"
        "Check. We're up the well-known creek without a paddle. . . . The time was 
twenty-three thirty-two by the chronometer-good thing you built it to stand going through 
a stone-crusher. My watch's a total loss. They all are, I imagine. We'll read it again in an 
hour or so and see how fast we're going. I'll be scared witless to say that figure out loud, 
too."  
        "Dinner is announced," said DuQuesne, who had been standing at the door, 
listening.
        The wanderers, battered, stiff, and sore, seated themselves at a folding table. 
While eating, Seaton watched the engine-when he was not watching Dorothy-and talked 
to her. Crane and Margaret chatted easily. DuQuesne, except when addressed directly, 
maintained a self-sufficient silence.
        After another observation Seaton said, "DuQuesne, we're almost five thousand 
light- years away from Earth, and getting farther away at about one light-year per 
minute."
        "It'd be poor technique to ask how you know?"
        "It would. Those figures are right. But we've got only four bars of copper left. 
Enough to stop us and some to spare, but not nearly enough to get us back, even by 
drifting-too many lifetimes on the way."
        "So we land somewhere and dig us some copper."
        "Check. What I wanted to ask you-isn't a copper-bearing sun apt to have copper- 
bearing planets?"
        "I'd say so."
        "Then take the spectroscope, will you, and pick out a sun somewhere up ahead-
down ahead, I mean-for us to shoot at? And Mart, Is'pose we'd better take our regular 
twelve-hour tricks-no, eight; we've got to either trust the guy or kill him I'll take the first 
watch. Beat it to bed."
        "Not so fast." Crane said. "If I remember correctly, it's my turn."
        "Ancient history doesn't count. I'll flip you a pickle for it. Heads, I win."
        Seaton won, and the worn-out travelers went to their rooms all except Dorothy, 
who lingered to bid her lover a more intimate good night.
        Seated beside him, his arm around her and her head on his shoulder, she sat 
blissfully until she noticed, for the first time, her bare left hand. She caught her breath 
and her eyes grew round.
        " 'Smatter, Red?"
        "Oh, Dick!" she exclaimed in dismay, "I simply forgoteverything about taking 
what was left of my ring out of the doctor's engine!"
        "Huh? What are you talking about?"
        She told him; and he told her about Martin and himself.
        "Oh, Dick-Dick-it'sso wonderful to be with you again!" she concluded. "I lived as 
many years as we covered miles!"
         "It was tough . . . you had it a lot worse than we did . . . but it makes me ashamed 
all over to think of the way I blew my stack at Wilson's. If it hadn't been for Martin's  
cautious old beanwe'd've . . . we owe him a lot, Dimples."
        "Yes, we do . . . but don't worry about the debt, Dick. Just don't ever let slip a 
word to Peggy about Martin being rich, is all."
        "Oh, a matchmaker now? But why not? She wouldn't think any less of him-that's 
one reason I'm marrying you, you know-for your money."
        Dorothy snickeredsunnily . "I know. But listen, you poor, dumb, fortune-hunting 
darling-if Peggy had any idea that Martin is the one and only M. Reynolds Crane she'd 
curl right up into a ball. She'd think he'd think she was chasing him and then he would 
think so. As it is, he acts perfectly natural. He hasn't talked that way to any girl except me 
for five years, and he wouldn't talk to me until he found out for sure I wasn't out after 
him."
        "Could be, pet," Seaton agreed. "On one thing you really chirped it-he's been shot 
at so much he's wilder than a hawk!"
         
         
        At the end of eight hours Crane took over and Seaton stumbled to his room, where 
he slept for over ten hours like a man in a trance. Then, rising, he exercised and went out 
into the saloon.
        Dorothy, Peggy, and Crane were at breakfast; Seaton joined them. They ate the 
gayest, most carefree meal they had had since leaving earth. Some of the worst bruises 
still showed a little, but, under the influence of the potent if painfulamylophene , all 
soreness, stiffness, and pain had disappeared.
        After they had finished eating, Seaton said, "You suggested, Mart, that those 
gyroscope bearings may have been stressed beyond the yield-point. I'll take an 
integratinggoniometer . . ."
        "Break that down to our size, Dick-Peggy's and mine," Dorothy said.
        "Can do. Take some tools and see if anything got bent out of shape back there. It 
might be an idea, Dot, to come along and hold my head while I think."
        "That is an idea-if you never have another one."
        Crane and Margaret went over and sat down at one of the crystal-clear ports. She 
told him her story frankly and fully, shuddering with horror as she recalled the awful, 
helpless fall during which Perkins had been killed.
        "We have a heavy score to settle with that Steel crowd and with DuQuesne," 
Crane said, slowly. "We can convict him of abduction now. . . . Perkins' death wasn't 
murder, then?"
        "Oh, no. He was just like a mad animal. He had to kill him. But the doctor, as they 
call him is just as bad. He's so utterly heartless and ruthless, so cold and scientific, it 
gives me the compound shivers, just to think about him."
        "And yet Dorothy said he saved her life?"
        "He did, from Perkins; but that was just as strictly pragmatic as everything else he 
has ever done. He wanted her alive: dead, she wouldn't have been any use to him. He's as 
nearly a robot as any human being can be, that's what I think."
        "I'm inclined to agree with you. . . . Nothing would please Dick better than a good 
excuse for killing him."
        "He isn't the only one. And the way he ignores what we all feel shows what a 
machine he is. . . . What's that?" TheSkylark had lurched slightly.
        "Just a swing around a star, probably." He looked at the board, then led her to a 
lower port. "We are passing the star Dick was heading for, far too fast to stop. DuQuesne 
will pick out another. See that planet over there"-he pointed-"and that smaller one, 
there?"
        She saw the two planets-one like a small moon, the other much smaller-and 
watched the sun increase rapidly in size as theSkylark flew on at such a pace that any 
earthly distance would have been covered as soon as it was begun. So appalling was their 
velocity that the ship was bathed in the light of that strange sun only for moments, then 
was surrounded again by darkness.
        Their seventy-two-hour flight without a pilot had seemed a miracle; now it 
seemed entirely possible that they could fly in a straight line for weeks without 
encountering any obstacle, so vast was the emptiness in comparison with the points of 
light scattered about in it. Now and then they passed closely enough to a star so that it 
seemed to move fairly rapidly; but for the most part the stars stood, like distant mountain 
peaks to travelers in a train, in the same position for many minutes.
        Awed by the immensity of the universe, the two at the window were silent, not 
with the silence of embarrassment but with that of two friends in the presence of a thing 
far beyond the reach of words. As they stared out into infinity, each felt as never before 
the pitiful smallness of the whole world they had known, and the insignificance of human 
beings and their works. Silently their minds reached out to each other in understanding.
        Unconsciously Margaret half shuddered and moved closer to Crane; and a tender 
look came over Crane's face as he looked down at the beautiful young woman at his side. 
For she was beautiful. Rest and food had erased the marks of her imprisonment. 
Dorothy's deep andunassumed faith in the ability of Seaton and Crane had quieted her 
fears. And finally, a costume of Dorothy's well-made-and exceedingly expensive!-
clothes, which fitted her very well and in which she looked her best and knew it, had 
completely restored her self-possession.
        He looked up quickly and again studied the stars; but now, in addition to the 
wonders of space, he saw a mass of wavy black hair, high-piled upon a queenly head; 
deep brown eyes veiled by long, black lashes; sweet, sensitive lips; a firmly rounded, 
dimpled chin; and a beautifully formed young body.
        "How stupendous . . . how unbelievably great this is. . . ." Margaret whispered. 
"How vastly greater than any perception one could possibly get on Earth . . . and yet . . ."
        She paused, with her lip caught under two white teeth, then went on, hesitatingly, 
"But doesn't it seem to you, Mr. Crane, that there is something in man as great as even all 
this? That there must be, or Dorothy and I could not be sailing out here in such a 
wonderful thing as thisSkylark , which you and Dick Seaton have made?"
         
         
        Days passed. Dorothy timed her waking hours with those of Seaton-preparing his 
meals and lightening the tedium of his long vigils at the board-and Margaret did the same 
thing for Crane. But often they assembled in the saloon, while DuQuesne was on watch, 
and there was much fun and laughter, as well as serious discussion, among the four. 
Margaret, already adopted as a friend, proved a delightful companion. Her ready tongue, 
her quick, delicate wit, and her facility of expression delighted all three.
        One day Crane suggested to Seaton that they should take notes, in addition to the 
photographs they had been taking.
        "I know comparatively little of astronomy, but, with the instruments we have, we 
should be able to get data, especially on planetary systems, which would be of interest to 
astronomers. Miss Spencer, being a secretary, could help us?"
        "Sure," Seaton said. "That's an idea-nobody else ever had a chance to do it 
before."
        "I'll be glad to-taking notes is the best thing I do!" Margaret cried, and called for 
pad and pencils.
        After that, the two worked together for several hours on each of Martin's off 
shifts.
        TheSkylark passed one solar system after another, with a velocity so great that it 
was impossible to land. Margaret's association with Crane, begun as a duty, became a 
very real pleasure for them both. Working together in research, sitting together at the 
board in easy conversation or in equally easy silence, they compressed into days more 
real companionship than is usually possible in months.
        Oftener and oftener, as time went on, Crane found the vision of his dream home 
floating in his mind as he steered theSkylark in her meteoric flight or as he lay strapped 
into his narrow bunk. Now, however, the central figure of the vision, instead of being a 
blur, was clear and sharply defined. And for her part, Margaret was drawn more and more 
to the quiet and unassuming, but steadfast young inventor, with his wide knowledge and 
his keen, incisive mind.
        TheSkylark finally slowed down enough to make a landing possible, and course 
was laid toward the nearest planet of a copper-bearing sun. As vessel neared planet a 
wave of excitement swept through four of the five. They watched the globe grow larger, 
glowing white, its outline softened by the atmosphere surrounding it. It had two satellites; 
its sun, a great, blazing orb, looked so big and so hot that Margaret became uneasy.
        "Isn't it dangerous to get so close, Dick?"
        "Uh-uh. Watching the pyrometers is part of the pilot's job. Any overheating and 
he'd snatch us away in a hurry."
        They dropped into the atmosphere and on down, almost to the surface. The air 
wasbreatheable , its composition being very similar to that of Earth's air, except that the 
carbon dioxide was substantially higher. Its pressure was somewhat high, but not too 
much; its temperature, while high, was endurable. The planet's gravitational pull was 
about ten per cent higher than Earth's. The ground was almost hidden by a rank growth of 
vegetation, but here and there appeared glade-like openings.
        Landing upon one of the open spaces, they found the ground solid and stepped 
out. What appeared to be a glade was in reality a rock; or rather a ledge of apparently 
solid metal, with scarcely a loose fragment to be seen. At one end of the ledge rose a 
giant tree, wonderfully symmetrical, but of a peculiar form, its branches being longer at 
the top than at the bottom and having broad, dark-green leaves, long thorns, and odd, 
flexible, shoot-like tendrils. It stood as an outpost of the dense vegetation beyond. The 
fern-trees, towering two hundred feet or more into the air were totally unlike the forests 
of Earth. They were an intensely vivid green and stood motionless in the still, hot air. Not 
a sign of animal life was to be seen; the whole landscape seemed to be asleep.
        "A younger planet than ours," DuQuesne said. "In the Carboniferous, or about. 
Aren't those fern-trees like those in the coal measures, Seaton?"
        "Check-I was just trying to think what they reminded me of. But it's this ledge 
that interests me no end. Who ever heard of a chunk of noble metal this big?"
        "How do you know it's noble?" Dorothy asked.
        "No corrosion, and its probably been sitting here for a million years." Seaton, who 
had walked over to one of the loose lumps, kicked it with his heavy shoe. It did not move.
        He bent over to pick it up, with one hand. It still did not move. With both hands 
and all the strength of his back he could lift it, but that was all.
        "What do you make of this, DuQuesne?"
        DuQuesne lifted the mass, then took out his knife and scraped. He studied the 
freshly-exposed metal and the scrapings, then scraped and studied again.
        "Hmm. Platinum group, almost certainly . . . and the only known member of that 
group with that peculiar bluish sheen is your X."
        "But didn't we agree that free X and copper couldn't exist on the same planet, and 
that planets of copper-bearing suns carry copper?"
        "Yes, but that doesn't make it true. If this stuff is X, it'll give the cosmologists 
something to fight about for the next twenty years. I'll take these scrapings and run a 
couple of quickies."
        "Do that, and I'll gather in these loose nuggets. If it's X-and I'm pretty sure it 
mostly is-that'll be enough to run all the power-plants of Earth for ten thousand years."
        Crane and Seaton, accompanied by the two girls, rolled the nearer pieces of metal 
up to the ship. Then, as the quest led them farther and fartherafield , Crane protested.
        "This is none too safe, Dick."
        "It looks perfectly safe to me. Quiet as a-"
        Margaret screamed. Her head was turned, looking backward at theSkylark ; her 
face was a mask of horror.
        Seaton drew his pistol as he whirled, only to check his finger on the trigger and 
lower his hand. "Nothing but X-plosive bullets," he said, and the four watched a thing 
come out slowly from behind their ship.
        Its four huge, squat legs supported a body at least a hundred feet long, pursy and 
ungainly; at the end of a long, sinuous neck a small head seemed composed entirely of 
cavernous mouth armed with row upon row of carnivorous teeth. Dorothy gasped with 
terror; both girls shrank closer to the two men, who maintained a baffled silence as the 
huge beast slid its hideous head along the hull of the vessel.
        "I can't shoot, Mart-it'd wreck the boat-and if I had any solids they wouldn't be 
any good."
        "No. We had better hide until it goes away. You two take that ledge, we'll take 
this one."
        "Or gets far enough away from theSkylark so we can blow him apart," Seaton 
added as, with Dorothy close beside him, he dropped behind the low bulwark.
        Margaret, her staring eyes fixed upon the monster, remained motionless until 
Crane touched her gently and drew her down to his side. "Don't be frightened, Peggy. It 
will go away soon."
        "I'm not, now-much." She drew a deep breath. "If you weren't here, though, 
Martin, I'd be dead of pure fright."
        His arm tightened around her; then he forced it to relax. This was neither the time 
nor the place. . . .
        A roll of gunfire came from theSkylark . The creature roared in pain and rage, but 
was quickly silenced by the stream of .50-caliber machine-gun bullets.
        "DuQuesne's on the job-let's go!" Seaton cried, and the four rushed up the slope. 
Making a detour to avoid the writhing body, they plunged through the opening door. 
DuQuesne closed the lock. They huddled together in overwhelming relief as an appalling 
tumult arose outside.
        The scene, so quiet a few moments before, was horribly changed. The air seemed 
filled with hideous monsters. Winged lizards of prodigious size hurtled through the air to 
crash against theSkylark 'sarmored hull. Flying monstrosities, with the fangs of tigers, 
attacked viciously. Dorothy screamed and started back as a scorpion-like thing ten feet in 
length leaped at the window in front of her, its terrible sting spraying the quartz with 
venom. As it fell to the ground a spider-if an eight legged creature with spines instead of  
hair, faceted eyes, and a bloated globular body weighing hundreds of pounds may be 
called a spider-leaped upon it; and, mighty mandibles against the terrible sting, a furious 
battle raged. Twelve-foot cockroaches climbed nimbly across the fallen timber of the 
morass and began feeding voraciously on the carcass of the creature DuQuesne had 
killed.  They were promptly driven away by another animal, a living nightmare of that 
reptilian age which apparently combined the nature and disposition oftyrannosaurus rex 
with a physical shape approximating that of thesaber -tooth tiger. This newcomer towered 
fifteen feet high at the shoulders and had a mouth disproportionate even to his great size; 
a mouth armed with sharp fangs three feet in length. He had barely begun his meal, 
however, when he was challenged by another nightmare, a thing shaped more or less like 
a crocodile.
        The crocodile charged. The tiger met him head on, fangs front and rending claws 
outstretched. Clawing, striking, tearing savagely, an avalanche of bloodthirsty rage, the 
combatants stormed up and down the little island.
        Suddenly the great tree bent over and lashed out against both animals. It 
transfixed them with its thorns, which the watchers now saw were both needle-pointed 
and barbed. It ripped at them with its long branches, which were in fact highly lethal 
spears. The broad leaves, equipped with sucking disks, wrapped themselves around the 
hopelessly impaled victims. The long, slender twigs or tendrils, each of which now had 
an eye at its extremity, waved about at a safe distance.
        After absorbing all of the two gladiators that was absorbable the tree resumed its 
former position, motionless in all its strange, outlandish beauty.
        Dorothy licked her lips, which were almost as white as her face. "I think I'm going 
to be sick," she remarked, conversationally.
        "No you aren't." Seaton tightened his arm. "Chin up, ace."
        "Okay, chief. Maybe not-this time."Color began to reappear on her cheeks. "But 
Dick, will you please blow up that horrible tree? It wouldn't be so bad if it were ugly, like 
the rest of the things, but it's so beautiful!"
        "I sure will. I think we'd better get out of here. This is no place to start a copper 
mine, even if there's any copper here, which there probably isn't. . . . It is X, DuQuesne, 
isn't it?"
        "Yes. Ninety-nine plus per cent, at least."
        "That reminds me." Seaton turned to DuQuesne, hand outstretched. "You squared 
it,Blackie . Say the word the war's all off."
        DuQuesne ignored the hand. "Not on my side," he said, evenly. "I act as one of 
the party as long as I'm with you. When we get back, however, I still intend to take both 
of you out of circulation." He went to his room.
        "Well, I'll be a . . ." Seaton bit off a word. "He ain't a man he's a cold-blooded 
fish!"
        "He's a machine-a robot" Margaret declared. "I always thought so, and now I 
know it!"
        "We'll pull his cork when we get back," Seaton said. "He asked for it-we'll give 
him both barrels!"
        Crane went to the board, and soon they were approaching another planet, which 
was surrounded by a dense fog. Descending slowly, they found it to be a mass of boiling-
hot steam and rankvapor , under enormous pressure.
        The next planet looked barren and dead. Its atmosphere was clear, but of a 
peculiar yellowish-greencolor . Analysis showed over ninety per cent chlorine. No life of 
any Earthly type could exist naturally upon such a world and a search for copper, even in 
space-suits, would be extremely difficult if not impossible.
        "Well," Seaton said, as they were once more in space, "We've got copper enough 
to visit quite a few more solar systems if we have to. But there's a nice, hopeful-looking 
planet right over there. It may be the one we're looking for."
        Arriving in the belt of atmosphere, they tested it as before and found it 
satisfactory.
         
        Chapter 15
         
        THEY DESCENDED rapidly, over a large city set in the middle of a vast, level, 
beautifully planted plain. As they watched, the city vanished and became a mountain 
summit, with valleys falling away on all sides as far as the eye could reach.
        "Huh! I never saw a mirage likethat before!" Seaton exclaimed. "But we'll land, if 
we finally have to swim!"
         The ship landed gently upon the summit, its occupants more than half expecting 
the mountain to disappear beneath them. Nothing happened, however, and the five 
clustered in the lock, wondering whether or not to disembark. They could see no sign of 
life; but each felt the presence of a vast, invisible something.
        Suddenly a man materialized in the air before them; a man identical with Seaton 
in every detail, down to the smudge of grease under one eye and the exact design of his 
Hawaiian sport shirt.
        "Hello, folks," he said, in Season's tone and style. "S'prisedthat I know your 
language-huh, you would be. Don't even understand telepathy, or the ether, or the 
relationship between time and space. Not even the fourth dimension."
        Changing instantaneously from Seaton's form to Dorothy's, the stranger went on 
without a break. "Electrons and neutrons and things-nothing here, either."
        The form became DuQuesne's. "Ah, a freer type, but blind, dull, stupid; another 
nothing. As Martin Crane; the same. As Peggy, still the same, as was of course to be 
expected. Since you are all nothings in essence, of a race so low in the scale that it will be 
millions of years before it will rise even above death and death's clumsy attendant 
necessity, sex, it is of course necessary for me to make of you nothings in fact; to 
dematerialize you."
        In Seaton's form the being stared at Seaton, who felt his senses reel under the 
impact of an awful, if insubstantial, blow. Seaton fought back with all his mind and 
remained standing.
        "What's this?" the stranger exclaimed in surprise. "This is the first time in millions 
of cycles that mere matter, which is only a manifestation of mind, has refused to obey a 
mind of power. There's something screwy somewhere." He switched to Crane's shape.
        "Ah, I am not a perfect reproduction-there is some subtle difference. The external 
form is the same; the internal structure likewise. The molecules of substance are arranged 
properly, as are the atoms in the molecules. The electrons, neutrons, protons, positrons, 
neutrinos, mesons . . . nothing amiss on that level. On the third level . . ."
        "Let's go!" Seaton exclaimed, drawing Dorothy backward and reaching for the 
airlock switch. "This dematerialization stuff may be pie for him, but believe me, it's none 
of my dish."
        "No, no!" the stranger remonstrated, "You really must stay and be dematerialized-
alive or dead."
        He drew his pistol. Being in Crane's form, he drew slowly, as Crane did; and 
Seaton's Mark I shell struck him before the pistol cleared his pocket. The pseudo-body 
wasvotalized ; but, just to make sure, Crane fired a Mark V into the ground through the 
last open chink of the closing lock.
        Seaton leaped to the board. As he did so, a creature materialized in the air in front 
of him-and crashed to the floor as he threw on the power. It was a frightful thing-
outrageous teeth, long claws, and an automatic pistol held in a human hand. Forced flat 
by the fierce acceleration, it was unable to lift either itself or the weapon.
        "We take one trick!" Seaton blazed. "Stick to matter and I'll run along with you 'til 
my ankles catch fire!"
        "That is a childish defiance. It speaks well for your courage, but not for your 
intelligence," the animal said, and vanished.
        A moment later Seaton's hair stood on end as a pistol appeared upon his board, 
clamped to it by bands of steel. The slide jerked; the trigger moved; the hammer came 
down. However, there was no explosion, but merely a click. Seaton,paralyzed by the 
rapid succession of stunning events, was surprised to find himself still alive.
        "Oh, I was almost sure it wouldn't explode," thegunbarrel said, chattily, in a harsh, 
metallic voice. "You see, I haven't derived the formula of your sub-nuclear structure yet, 
hence I could not make an actual explosive. By the use of crude force I could kill you in 
any one of many different ways. . . ."
        "Name one!" Seaton snapped.
        "Two, if you like. I could materialize as five masses of metal directly over your 
heads, and fall. I could, by a sufficient concentration of effort, materialize a sun in your 
immediate path. Either method would succeed, would it not?"
        "I . . . I guess it would," Seaton admitted, grudgingly.
        "But such crude work is distasteful in the extreme, and is never, under any 
conditions, mandatory. Furthermore, you are not quite the complete nothings that my first 
rough analysis seemed to indicate. In particular, the DuQuesne of you has the rudiments 
of a quality which, while it cannot be called mental ability, may in time develop into a 
quality which may just possibly make himassimilable into the purely intellectual stratum.
        "Furthermore, you have given me a notable and entirely unexpected amount of 
exercise and enjoyment and can be made to give me more-much more-as follows: I will 
spend the next sixty of your minutes at work upon that formula-your sub-nuclear 
structure. Its derivation is comparatively simple, requiring only the solution of ninety-
seven simultaneous differential equations and an integration in ninety-seven dimensions. 
If you can interfere with my computations sufficiently to prevent me from deriving that 
formula within the stipulated period of time you may return to your fellow nothings 
exactly as you now are. The first minute begins when the sweep-hand of your 
chronometer touches zero; that is . . . now."
        Seaton cut the power to one gravity and sat up, eyes closed tight and frowning in 
the intensity of his mental effort.
        "You can't do it, you immaterial lug!" he thought, savagely. There are too many 
variables. No mind, however inhuman, can handle more than ninety-one differentials at 
once . . . you're wrong; that's theta, not epsilon. . . . It's X, not Y or Z. Alpha! Beta! Ha, 
there's a slip; a bad one-got to go back and start all over. . . . Nobody can integrate above 
ninety-six brackets . .. no body and no thing or mind in this whole, entire, cock-eyed 
universe! . . ."
        Seaton cast aside any thought of the horror of their position. He denied any 
feeling of suspense. He refused to consider the fact that both he and his beloved Dorothy 
might at any instant be hurled into nothingness. Closing his mind deliberately to 
everything else, he fought that weirdly inimical entity with everything he had: with all his 
single-mindedness of purpose; with all his power of concentration; with all the massed 
and directed strength of his keen, highly-trained brain.
        The hour passed.
        "You win," the gun-barrel said. "More particularly, I should say that the 
DuQuesne of you won. To my surprise and delight that one developed his nascent quality 
very markedly during this short hour. Keep on going as you have been going, my 
potential kinsman; keep on studying under those eastern masters as you have been 
studying; and it is within the realm of possibility that, even in your short lifetime, you 
may become capable of withstanding the stresses concomitant with the induction into our 
ranks."
        The pistol vanished. So did the planet behind them. The enveloping, pervading 
field of mental force disappeared. All five knew surely, without any trace of doubt, that 
that entity, whatever it had been, had gone.
        "Did all that really happen, Dick?" Dorothy asked, tremulously, "or have I been 
having the great-great-grandfather of all nightmares?"
        "It hap . . . that is, I guess it happened . . . or maybe . . . Mart, if you could code 
that and shove it into a mechanical brain, what answer do you think would come out?"
        "I don't know. I-simply-do-not-know." Crane's mind, the mind of a highly-trained 
engineer, rebelled. No part of this whole fantastic episode could be explained by anything 
he knew. None of it could possibly have happened. Nevertheless . . .
        "Either it happened or we were hypnotized. If so, who was the hypnotist, and 
where? Above all, why? It must have happened, Dick."
        "I'll buy that, wild as it sounds. Now, DuQuesne, how about you?"
        "It happened. I don't know how or why it did, but I believe that it did. I've quit 
denying the impossibility of anything. If I had believed that your steam-bath flew out of 
the window by itself, that day, none of us would be out here now."  
        "If it happened, you were apparently the prime operator in saving our bacon. Who 
in blazes are those eastern masters you've been studying under, and what did you study?"
        "I don't know." He lit a cigarette, took two deep inhalations. "I wish I did. I've 
studied several esoteric philosophies . . . perhaps I can find out which one it was. I'll 
certainly try . . . for that, gentlemen, would be my idea of heaven." He left the room.
        It took some time for the four to recover from the shock of that encounter. In fact, 
they had not yet fully recovered from it when Crane found a close cluster of stars, each 
emitting a peculiar greenish light which, in the spectroscope, blazed with copper lines. 
When they had approached so close that the suns were widely spaced in the heavens 
Crane asked Seaton to take his place at the .board while he and Margaret tried to locate a 
planet.
        They went down to the observatory, but found that they were still too far away 
and began taking notes. Crane's mind was not upon his work, however, but was filled 
with thoughts of the girl at his side. The intervals between comments became longer and 
longer, until the two were standing in silence.
        TheSkylark lurched a little, as she had done hundreds of times before. As usual, 
Crane put out a steadying arm. This time, however, in that highly charged atmosphere, 
the gesture took on a new significance. Both blushed hotly; and, as their eyes met, each 
saw what they had both wanted most to see.
        Slowly, almost as though without volition, Crane put his other arm around her. A 
wave of deeper crimson flooded her face; but her lips lifted to his and her arms went up 
around his neck.
        "Margaret-Peggy-I had intended to wait-but why should we wait? You know how 
much I love you, my dearest!"
        "I think I do . . . I know I do . . . my Martin!"
        Presently they made their way back to the engine-room, hoping that their singing 
joy was inaudible, their new status invisible. They might have kept their secret for a time 
had not Seaton promptly asked, "What did you find, Mart?"
        The always self-possessed Crane looked panicky; Margaret's fair face glowed a 
deeper and deeper pink.
        "Yes, whatdid youfind? " Dorothy demanded, with a sudden, vivid smile of 
understanding.
        "My future wife," Crane answered, steadily.
        The two girls hugged each other and the two men gripped hands, each of the four 
knowing that in these two unions there was nothing whatever of passing fancy.
         
         
        A planet was located and theSkylark flew toward it.
        "It's pretty deep in, Mart. DuQuesne and I haven't got enough dope yet to plot this 
mess of suns, so we don't know exactly where any of them really are, but that planet's 
somewhere down in the middle. Would that make any difference?"
        "No. There are many closer ones, but they are too big or too small or lack water or 
atmosphere or have some other drawback. Go ahead."
        When they neared atmosphere and cut the drive, there were seventeen great suns, 
scattered in all directions in the sky.
        "Air-pressure at the surface, thirty pounds per square inch. Composition, 
approximately normal except for three-tenths of one per cent of a fragrant, non-poisonous 
gas with which I am not familiar. Temperature, one hundred degrees Fahrenheit. Surface 
gravity, four-tenths Earth," came the various reports.
        Sexton let the vessel settle slowly toward the ocean beneath them; the water was 
an intensely deep blue. He took a sample, ran it through the machine, and yelled.
        "Ammoniacalcopper sulphate! Hot dog! Let's go I " Sexton laid a course toward 
the nearest continent.
          
        Chapter 16
         
        AS THESKYLARK approached the shore its occupants heard a rapid succession of 
detonations, apparently coming from the direction in which they were traveling.
         "Wonder what that racket is," Seaton said. "Sounds like big guns and high 
explosive-not atomic, though."
        "Check." DuQuesne said. "Even allowing for the density of this air, that kind of 
noise is not made by pop-guns."
        Seaton closed the lock to keep out the noise, and advanced the speed lever until 
the vessel tilted sharply under the pull of the engine.
        "Go easy, Seaton," DuQuesne cautioned. "We don't want to stop one of their 
shells-they may not be like ours."
        "Easy it is. I'll stay high."
        As theSkylark closed up, the sound grew heavier and clearer. It was one 
practically continuous explosion.
        "There they are," said Seaton, who, from his board, could scan the whole field of 
vision. "From port six,five o'clocklow."
        While the other four were making their way to the indicated viewpoint Seaton 
went on. "Aerial battleships, eight of 'em. Four are about the shape of ours-no wings, act 
like 'copters-but I never saw anything like the other four."
        Neither had either Crane or DuQuesne.
        "They must be animals," Crane decided, finally. "I do not believe that any 
engineer, anywhere, would design machines like that."
        Four of the contestants were animals. Here indeed was a new kind of animal-an 
animal able and eager to engage a first-class battleship.
        Each had an enormous, torpedo-shaped body, with scores of long tentacles, and a 
dozen or so immense wings. Each had a row of eyes along each side and a sharp, prow-
like beak. Each was covered with scale-like plates of transparentarmor ; wings and 
tentacles were made of the same substance.
        That it was real and highly effectivearmor there was no doubt, for each battleship 
bristled with guns and each gun was putting out an almost continuous stream of fire. 
Shells bursting against the creatures filled the region with flame and haze, and produced 
an uninterrupted roll of sound appalling in its intensity.
        In spite of that desperate concentration of fire, however, the animals went straight 
in. Beaks tore yards-wide openings in hulls; flailing wings smashed superstructures flat; 
writhing, searching tentacles wrenched guns from their mounts and seized personnel. Out 
of action, one battleship was held while tentacles sought out and snatched its crew. Then 
it was dropped, to crash some twenty thousand feet below. One animal was blown apart. 
Two more battleships and two more animals went down.
        The remaining battleship was half wrecked; the animal was as good as new. Thus 
the final duel did not last long.
        The monster darted away after something, which the observers in theSkylark saw 
for the first time-a fleet of small airships in full flight away from the scene of battle. Fast 
as they were, the animal was covering three miles to their one.
        "We can't stand for anything like that!" Seaton cried, as he threw on power and 
theSkylark leaped ahead. "When I yank him away, Mark, sock him with a Mark Ten!"
        The monster seized the largest, most gaily decorated plane just as theSkylark 
came within sighting distance. In four almost simultaneous motions Seaton focused the 
attractor on the huge beak of the thing, shoved on its power, pointed the engine straight 
up and gave it five notches.
        There was a crash of rending metal as the monster was torn loose from its prey. 
Seaton hauled it straight up for a hundred miles, while it struggled so savagely in that 
invisible and incomprehensible grip that the thousands of tons of mass of theSkylark 
tossed and pitched like a row-boat in a storm at sea.
        Crane fired. There was a blare of sound thatparalyzed their senses, even inside the 
vessel and in the thin air of that enormous elevation. There was a furiously-boiling, 
furiously expanding ball of . . . of what? The detonation of a Mark Ten load cannot be 
described. It must be seen; and even then, it cannot be understood. It can scarcely be 
believed.
        No bit large enough to be seen remained of that mass of almost 
indestructiblearmor .
        Seaton reversed the bar and drove straight down, catching the crippled flagship at 
about five thousand feet. He focused the attractor and lowered the plane gently to the 
ground. The other airships, which had been clustering around their leader in near suicidal 
attempts at rescue, landed nearby.
        As the Skylark landed beside the wrecked plane, the Earthmen saw that it was 
surrounded by a crowd of people-men and women identical in form and feature with 
themselves. They were a superbly-moldedrace. The men were almost as big as Seaton 
and DuQuesne; the women were noticeably taller than the two Earth-women. The men 
wore collars of metal, numerous metallic ornaments, and heavily-jeweledbelts and 
shoulder straps which were hung with weapons. The women were not armed, but were 
even more highly decorated than the men. They fairly scintillated with jewels.
        The natives wore no clothing, and their smooth skins shone a dark, livid, utterly 
strangecolor in the yellowish-bluish-green glare of the light. Their skins were green, 
undoubtedly; but it was no green known to Earth. The "whites" of their eyes were a light 
yellowish-green. The heavy hair of the women and the close-cropped locks of the men 
were a very dark green-almost black-as were also their eyes.
        "Whatacolor ." Seaton said, wonderingly. "They're human, I guess . . . except for 
thecolor . . . but Great Cat, what acolor! "
        "How much of that is pigment and how much is due to this light is a question," 
said Crane. "If we were outside, away from our daylight lamps, we might look like that, 
too."
        "Horrors, I hope not !" Dorothy exclaimed. "If I'm going to I won't take a step out 
of this ship, so there!"
        "Sure you will," Seaton said. "You'll look like a choice piece of modern art and 
your hair will be jet black. Come on and give the natives a treat."
        "Then whatcolor will mine be?" Margaret asked.
        "I'm not quite sure. Probably a very dark and very beautiful green," he grinned 
gleefully. "My hunch is that this is going to be some visit. Wait 'til I get a couple of props 
. . . Shall we go? Come on, Dot."
        "Roger. I'll try anything once."
        "Margaret?"
        "Onward, men of Earth!"
        Seaton opened the lock and the five stood in the chamber, looking at the throng 
outside. Seaton raised both arms above his head, in what he hoped was the universal sign 
of peaceful intent. In response a man of Herculean build, so splendidly decorated that his 
harness was one gleaming mass of jewels, waved one arm and shouted a command. The 
crowd promptly fell back, leaving a clear space of a hundred yards. The man unbuckled 
his harness, let everything drop, and advanced naked toward the Skylark, both arms aloft 
in Seaton's own gesture.
        Seaton started down.
        "No, Dick, talk to him from here," Crane advised.
        "Nix." Seaton said. "What he can do, I can. Except undress in mixed company. He 
won't know that I've got a gun in my pocket, and it won't take me more than half an hour 
to pull it if I have to."
        "Go on, then. DuQuesne and I will come along."
        "Double nix. He's alone, so I've got to be. Some of his boys are covering the field, 
though, so you might draw your gats and hold them so they show."
        Seaton stepped down and went to meet the stranger. When they had approached to 
within a few feet of each other the stranger stopped, stood erect, flexed his left arm 
smartly, so that the finger-tips touched his left ear, and smiled broadly, exposing clean, 
shining, green teeth. He spoke-a meaningless jumble of sound. His voice, coming from so 
big a man, seemed light and thin.
        Seaton smiled in return and saluted as the other had done.
        "Hail and greetings, Oh High Panjandrum," Seaton said, cordially, his deep voice 
fairly booming out in the dense, heavy air. "I get the drift, and I'm glad you're peaceable; 
I wish I could tell you so."
        The native tapped himself upon the chest. "Nalboon," he said, distinctly and 
impressively.
        "Nalboon," Seaton repeated; then said, in the other's tone and manner, while 
pointing to himself, "Seaton."
        "See Tin,"Nalboon said, and smiled again. Again indicating himself, he said, 
"DomakgokMardonale."
        That was evidently a title, so Seaton had to give himself one. "Boss of the Road," 
he said, drawing himself up with pride.
        Thus properly introduced to his visitor,Nalboon pointed to the crippled plane, 
inclined his royal head slightly in thanks or in acknowledgment of the service rendered-
Seaton could not tell which-then turned to face his people with one arm upraised. He 
shouted an order in which Seaton could distinguish something that sounded like "See 
TinBaszUvvyRoagd ."
         Instantly every right arm in the crowd was aloft, that of each man bearing a 
weapon, while the left arms snapped into that peculiar salute. A mighty cry arose as all 
repeated the name and title of the distinguished visitor.
        Seaton turned. "Bring out one of those big four-colorsignal rockets, Mart!" he 
called. "We've got to acknowledge a reception like this!"
         The party appeared, DuQuesne carrying the rocket with an exaggerated 
deference. Seaton shrugged one shoulder and a cigarette-case appeared in his 
hand.Nalboon started and, in spite of his self-control, glanced at it in surprise. The case 
flew open and Sexton, after taking a cigarette, pointed to another.
        "Smoke?" he asked, affably.Nalboon took one, but had no idea whatever of what 
to do with it. This astonishment at simple sleight-of-hand and ignorance of tobacco 
emboldened Seaton. Reaching into his mouth, he pulled out a flaming match-at 
whichNalboon jumped straight backward at least a foot. Then, whileNalboon and his 
people watched in straining attention, Seaton lit the weed, half-consumed it in two long 
drags, swallowed the half, regurgitated it still alight, took another puff, and swallowed 
the butt.
        "I'm good, I admit, but not that good," Seaton said to Crane. "I never laid 'em in 
the aisles like that before. Thisrocket'll tie 'em up like pretzels. Keep clear, everybody."
        He bowed deeply toNalboon , pulling a lighted match from his ear as he did so, 
and lighted the fuse. There was a rear, a shower of sparks, a blaze ofcolored fire at the 
rocket flew upward; but, to Seaton's surprise,Nalboon took it quite as a matter of course, 
merely saluting gravely in acknowledgment of the courtesy.
        Seaton motioned his party to come up and turned to Crane.
        "Better not, Dick. Let him keep on thinking that one Boss is all there is."
        "Not by a long shot. There's only one of him-two of us bosses would be twice as 
good."
        He introduced Crane, with great ceremony, as "Boss of theSkylark ," whereupon 
the grand salute of the people was repeated.
        Nalboongave an order, and a squad of soldiers brought up a group of people, 
apparently prisoners. Seven men and seven women, they were of a much lightercolor 
than the natives. They were naked, except forjeweled collars worn by all and a thick 
metal belt worn by one of the men. They all walked proudly, scorn for their captors in 
every step.
        Nalboonbarked an order. Thirteen of the prisoners stared back at him, 
motionlessly defiant. The man wearing the belt, who had been studying Seaton closely, 
said something, where upon they all prostrated themselves.Nalboon waved his hand 
giving the group to Seaton and Crane. They accepted the gift with due thanks and the 
slaves placed themselves behind their new masters.
        Seaton and Crane then tried to makeNalboon understand that they wanted copper, 
but failed dismally. Finally Seaton led the native into the ship and showed him the 
remnant of the power bar, indicating its original size and giving information as to the 
number desired by counting to sixteen upon his fingers.Nalboon understood, and, going 
outside, pointed upward toward the largest of the eleven suns visible, and swung his arm 
four times in a rising-and-setting arc. He then invited the visitors to get into his plane, but 
Seaton refused. They would follow, he explained, in their own vessel.
        As they entered theSkylark , the slaves followed.
        "We don't want them aboard, Dick," Dorothy protested. "There are too many of 
them. Not that I'm exactly scared, but . . ."
        "We've got to," Seaton decided. "We're stuck with 'em. And besides-when 
inRome, you've got to be a Roman candle, you know."
        Nalboon'snewly-invested flagship led the way; theSkylark followed, a few 
hundred yards behind and above it.
        "I don't get these folks at all," Seaton said, thoughtfully. "They've got next 
century's machines, but never heard of sleight-of-hand. Class Nine rockets are old stuff 
but marches scare them. Funny."
        "It is surprising enough that their physical shape is the same as ours; Crane said. 
"It would be altogether too much to expect that all the details of development would he 
parallel."
        The fleet approached a large city and the visitors from Earth studied with interest 
this metropolis of an unknown world. The buildings were all of the same height, flat 
topped, arranged in random squares, rectangles. and triangles. There were no streets, the 
spaces between the buildings being park-like areas.
        All traffic was in the air. Flying vehicles darted in all directions, but the confusion 
was only apparent, not real, each class and each direction having its own level.
        The fleet descended toward an immense building just outside the city proper and 
all landed upon its roof except the flagship, which led theSkylark to a landing-dock 
nearby.
        As they disembarked Seaton said. "Don't be surprised at anything I pull off-I'm a 
walking storehouse of all kinds of small junk."
        Nalboonled the way into an elevator, which dropped to the ground floor. Gates 
opened, and through ranks of prostrate people the party went out into the palace grounds 
of the emperor of the great nation ofMardonale .
        It was a scene of unearthlysplendor . Every shade of their peculiar spectrum was 
there, in solid, liquid, and gas. Trees were of allcolors , as were grasses and flowers along 
the walks. Fountains played streams of various and constantly-changing hues. The air 
was tinted and perfumed, swirling through metal arches in billows of ever-varyingcolors 
and scents.Colors and combinations ofcolors impossible to describe were upon every 
hand, fantastically beautiful in that strong, steady, peculiar light.
        "Isn't this gorgeous, Dick?" Dorothy whispered. "But I wish I had a mirror-you 
look simplyawful -what kind of scarecrow am I?"
        "You've been under a mercury arc? Like that, only worse. Your hair isn't as black 
as I thought it would be, there's some funny green in it. Your lips, though, are really 
black. Your teeth are green. . . ."
        "Stop it ! Green teeth and black lips! That's enough-and I don't want a mirror!" 
        Nalboonled the way into the palace proper and into a dining hall, where a table 
was ready. This room had many windows, each of which was festooned with sparkling, 
scintillating gems. The walls were hung with a cloth resembling spun glass or nylon, 
which fell on the floor in shimmering waves ofcolor .
        There was no woodwork whatever. Doors, panels, tables and chairs were made of 
metal. A closer inspection of one of the tapestries showed that it, too, was of metal, its 
threads numbering thousands to the inch. Of vivid but harmoniouscolors , of a strange 
and  intricate design, it seemed to writhe as itscolors changed with every variation in 
thecolor of the light.
        "Oh . . . isn't that stuff just too perfectly gorgeous?" Dorothy breathed. "I'd 
giveanything for a dress made out of it."
        "Order noted," Seaton said. "I'll pick up ten yards of it when we get the copper."
        "We'd better watch the chow pretty close, Seaton," DuQuesne said, asNalboon 
waved them to the table.
        "You chirped it. Copper, arsenic, and so forth. Very little here we can eat much 
of, I'd say."
        "The girls and I will wait for you two chemists to approve each dish, then," Crane 
said.
        The guests sat down, the light-skinned slaves standing behind them, and servants 
brought in heaping trays of food. There were joints and cuts of many kinds of meat; birds 
and fish, raw and cooked in various ways; green, pink, brown, purple, black and near-
white vegetables and fruits. Slaves handed the diners peculiar instruments-knives with 
razor edges, needle-pointedstilettoes , and wide, flexible spatulas which evidently were to 
serve as both forks and spoons.
        "I simply can't eat with these things!" Dorothy exclaimed.
        "That's where my lumberjack training comes in handy," Seaton grinned. "I can eat 
with a spatula four times as fast as you can with a fork. But we'll fix that."
        Reaching out, apparently into the girls' hair, he brought out forks and spoons, 
much to the surprise of the natives.
        DuQuesne and Seaton waved away most of theproferred foods without 
discussion. Then, tasting cautiously and discussing fully, they approved a few of the 
others. The approval, however, was very strictly limited.
        "These probably won't poison us too much," DuQuesne said, pointing out the 
selected few. "That is, if we don't eat much now and don't eat any of it again too soon. I 
don't like this one little bit, Seaton."
        "You and me both," Seaton agreed "I don't think there'll be any next time."
        Nalboontook a bowl full of blue crystals, sprinkled his food liberally with the 
substance, and passed the bowl to Seaton.
        "Copper sulphate," Seaton said. "Good thing they put it on at the table instead of 
the kitchen, or we couldn't eat a bite of anything."
        Seaton, returning the bowl, reached behind him and came up with a pair of salt- 
and pepper-shakers which, after seasoning his own food with them, he passed to his 
host.Nalboon tasted the pepper cautiously, then smiled in delight and half-emptied the 
shaker onto his plate. He then sprinkled a few grains of salt into his palm, studied them 
closely with growing amazement, and after a few rapid sentences poured them into a dish 
held by an officer who had sprung to his side. The officer also studied the few small 
crystals, then carefully washedNalboon's hand.Nalboon turned to Seaton, plainly asking 
for the salt-cellar.
        "Sure, my ripe and old." In the same mysterious way he produced another set, 
which he handed to Crane.
        The meal progressed merrily, with much sign-language conversation between the 
two parties, a little of which was understood. It was evident thatNalboon , usually stern 
and reticent, was in an unusually pleasant and jovial mood.
        After the mealNalboon bade them a courteous farewell; and they were escorted to 
a suite of five connecting rooms by the royal usher and a company of soldiers, who 
mounted guard outside the suite.
        Gathered in one room, they discussed sleeping arrangements. The girls insisted 
that they would sleep together, and that the men should occupy the rooms on either side. 
As the girls turned away, four slaves followed.
         "I don't want these people and I can't make them go away," she protested again. 
"Can't you do something, Dick?"
         "I don't think so. I think we're stuck with 'em as long as we're here. Don't you 
think so, Mart?"
        "Yes. And from what I have seen of this culture, I infer that they will be executed 
if we discard them."
        "Huh? How do . . . could be. We keep 'em, then, Dot."
        "Of course, in that case. You keep the men and we'll take the women."
        "Hmmm." He turned to Crane, saying under his breath, "They don't want us 
sleeping in the same room with any of these gorgeous gals, huh? I wonder why?"
        Seaton waved all the women into the girls' room; but they hung back. One of 
them ran up to the man wearing the belt and spoke rapidly as she threw her arms around 
his neck in a perfectly human gesture. He shook his head, pointing toward Seaton several 
times as he reassured her. He then led her tenderly into the girls' room and the other 
women followed. Crane and DuQuesne having gone to their rooms with their attendants, 
the man with the belt started to help Seaton take off his clothes.
        Stripped, Seaton stretched vigorously, the muscles writhing and rippling under the 
skin of mighty arms and broad shoulders as he twisted about, working off the stiffness of 
comparative confinement. The slaves stared in amazement at the display of musculature 
and talked rapidly among themselves as they gathered up Seaton's discarded clothing.
        Their chief picked up a salt-shaker, a silver fork, and a few other items that had 
fallen from the garments, apparently asking permission to do something with them. 
Seaton nodded and turned to his bed. He heard a slight clank of arms in the hall and 
began to wonder. Going to the window, he saw that there were guards outside as well. 
Were theyhonored guests or prisoners?
        Three of the slaves, at a word from their leader, threw themselves on the floor and 
slept; but he himself did not rest. Opening the apparently solid metal belt he took out a 
great number of small tools, many tiny instruments, and several spools of insulated wire. 
He then took the articles Seaton had given him, taking extreme pains not to spill a single 
crystal of salt, and set to work. As he worked, hour after hour, a strange, exceedingly 
complex device took form under his flying fingers.
         
        Chapter 17
         
        Seaton did not asleep well. It was too hot. He was glad after eight hours, to get up. 
No sooner had he started to shave, however, than one of the slaves touched his arm, 
motioning him into a reclining chair and showing him a keen blade, long and slightly 
curved. Seaton lay down and the slave shaved him with a rapidity and smoothness he had 
never before experienced, so wonderfully sharp was the peculiar razor. Then the barber 
began to shave his superior, with no preliminary treatment save rubbing his face with a 
perfumed oil.
        "Hold on a minute," said Seaton, "Here's something that helps a lot. Soap." He 
lathered the face with his brush, and the man with the belt looked up in surprised pleasure 
as his stiff beard was swept away with no pulling at all.
        Seaton called to the others and soon the party was assembled in his room. All 
were dressed very lightly because of the unrelieved and unvarying heat, which was 
constant at one hundred degrees. A gong sounded and one of the slaves opened the door, 
ushering in servants bearing a table, ready set. The Earthlings did not eat anything, 
deciding that they would rather wait an hour or so and then eat in theSkylark . Hence the 
slaves had a much  better meal than they otherwise would have had.
        During that meal, Seaton was very much surprised at hearing Dorothy carrying on 
alabored conversation with one of the women.
        "I knew you were a language shark, Dottie, but I didn'ts'pose you could pick one 
up in a day."
        "Oh, I can't. Just a few words. I can understand very little of what they're trying to 
tell me."
        The woman spoke rapidly to the man with the belt, who immediately asked 
Seaton's permission to speak to Dorothy. Running across to her, he bowed and poured out 
such a stream of words that she held up her hand to silence him.
        "Go slower, please," she said, and added a couple of words in his own language.
        There ensued a very strange conversation between the slave couple and Dorothy, 
with much talking between the man and the woman, both talking at once to Dorothy, and 
much use of signs and sketches. Dorothy finally turned to Seaton with a frown.
        "I can't make out half of what he tried to tell me, and I'm guessing at part of that. 
He wants you to take him somewhere, another room of the palace here, I think. He wants 
to get something. I can't quite make out what it is, or whether it was his and they took it 
away from him, or whether it's something of theirs that he wants to steal. He can't go 
alone. Martin was right, any of them will be shot if they stir without us. And he says-I'm 
pretty sure of this part-when you get there don't let any guards come inside"
        "What do you think, Mart? I'm inclined to string along with this bunch, at least 
part way. I don't likeNalboon's 'honorguard'setup a bit-it smells. Like overripe fish."
        Crane concurred. Seaton and his slave started for the door. Dorothy went along.
        "Better stay back, Dottie. We won't be gone long."
        "I will not go back," she said, for his ears alone. "On this damn world I'm not 
going to be away from you one minute more than I absolutely have to."
        "Hokay, ace," he replied, in the same tone. "You'd be amazed to find out how 
little there is in that idea for me to squawk about."
        Preceded by the man with the belt and followed by half a dozen other slaves, they 
went out into the hall. No opposition was made to their going; but half a company of 
armed guards fell in with them as an escort, most of them looking at Seaton with a 
mixture of reverence and fear. The slave led the way to a room in a distant wing of the 
palace and opened the door. As Seaton stepped into it he saw that it was an audience 
chamber or courtroom and that it was now empty.
        The guards approached the door. Seaton waved them back. All retreated across 
the hall except the officer in charge, who refused to move. Seaton, the personification of 
offended dignity, stared haughtily at the offender, who returned the stare with interest, 
and stepped forward, fully intending to be the first to enter the room. Seaton, with the flat 
of his right hand on the officer's chest, pushed him back roughly, forgetting that his 
strength, great upon Earth, would be gigantic upon this smaller world. The officer spun 
across the corridor, knocking down three of his men in his flight. Picking himself up, he 
drew his sword and rushed, while his men fled in panic to the extreme end of the 
corridor.
        Seaton did not wait for him, but leaped to meet him. With his vastly superior 
agility he dodged the falling broadsword and drove his right fist into the fellow's throat, 
with all the strength of arm and shoulder and all the momentum of his body behind the 
blow. Bones broke audibly as the officer's head snapped back. The body went high in the 
air, turned two complete somersaults, crashed against the far wall, and dropped to the 
floor.
        At this outrage, some of the guards started to lift their peculiar guns. Dorothy 
screamed a warning. Seaton drew and fired in one incredibly fast motion, the Mark I load 
obliterating the clustered soldiers and demolishing that end of the palace.
        In the meantime the slave had taken several pieces of apparatus from a cabinet 
and had placed them in his belt. Stopping only to observe for a few moments a small 
instrument which he clamped to the head of the dead man, he led the party back to the 
room they had left and set to work upon the device he had built during the sleeping 
period. He connected it, in an extremely intricate network of wiring, with the pieces of 
apparatus he had just obtained.
        "Whatever that is, it's a nice job," DuQuesne said, admiringly. "I've built complex 
stuff myself, but he's got me completely lost. It'd take a week to find out where some of 
the stuff is going and what it's going to do when it gets there."
        Straightening up, the slave clamped several electrodes to his head and motioned 
to Seaton and the others, speaking to Dorothy as he did so.
        "He wants to put those things on our heads," she translated, "but I can't make out 
what they're for. Shall we let him?"
        "Yes," he decided instantly. "There's going to be hell to pay any minute now, and 
no pitch hot. I got us in too deep to back out now. Besides, I've got a hunch. But of 
course I'm not trying to decide for any of you. In fact, Dot, it might be smart if you . . ."
        "I'm not smart, Dick. Where you go, I go," Dorothy said quietly, and bent her 
auburn head to be fitted.
        "I do not relish the idea." Crane said. "In fact, I do not like it at all. But, under 
present circumstances, it seems the thing to do."
        Margaret followed Crane's lead, but DuQuesne said, with a sneer, "Go ahead; let 
him make zombies of you. Nobody wires me up to a machine I can't understand."
        The slave closed a switch, and-instantly-the four visitors acquired a completely 
detailed knowledge of the languages and customs of bothMardonale , the nation in which 
they now were, and ofKondal , the nation to which the slaves belonged, the only two 
civilized nations uponOsnome .
        While amazement at this method of instruction was still upon the Earthmen's 
faces the slave-or, as they now knew him,Dunark , thekofedix or crown prince ofKondal -
began to remove the helmets. He took off the girls', and Crane's. He was reaching for 
Seaton's when there was a flash, a crackle, and a puff of smoke from the machine.Dunark 
and Seaton both fell flat.
        Before Crane could reach them, however, they both recovered andDunark said, 
"This is a mechanical educator, something entirely new. We've been working on it 
several years, but it is still very crude. I didn't like to use it, but I had to, to warn you of 
whatNalboon is going to do and to convince you that saving your own lives would save 
ours as well. But something went wrong, probably because of my hasty work in 
assembly. Instead of stopping at teaching you our languages it shorted me and Dick 
together-completely."
        "What would such a short do?" Crane asked.
        "I'll answer that,Dunark ." Seaton had not recovered quite as fast as theKondalian 
, but was now back to normal. "All it did was to print in the brain of each of us, down to 
the finest detail, everything that the other had ever learned. It was the completeness of the 
transfer that put us both out for a minute."
        "I'm sorry, Seaton, believe me. . . ."
        "Why?" Seaton grinned. "It's taken each of us all our lives to learn what we know, 
and now it's doubled. We're both "way ahead, aren't we?"
        "I certainly am, and I'm very glad that you take it that way. But time presses. . . ."
        "Let me tell 'em." Seaton said. "You aren't exactly sure which English to use yet, 
the one I talk or the one I write, and neither you nor we can think very fast, yet, in the 
other's language. I'll boil it down.
        "This is Crown PrinceDunark ofKondal . The other thirteen are relatives of his, 
princes and princesses.Nalboon's raiders got them while they were out hunting-used a 
new kind of nerve gas so they couldn't kill themselves, which is good technique in these 
parts.
        "KondalandMardonale have been at war for over six thousand years, a war with 
no holds barred. No prisoners, except to find out what they know; no niceties. Having 
found out what theseKondalians knew,Nalboon threw a party-a Roman circus, really-and 
was going to feed them to some pet devil-fish of his when thosearmored flying animals-
karlono, they call them-smelled them and came into the picture.
        "You know what happened then. These people were aboardNalboon's plane, the 
one we eased down to the ground. You'd thinkNalboon would think he owed us 
something, but . . ."
        "Let me finish,"Dunark cut in. "You simply will not do yourself justice. Having 
saved his life, you should have been guests of the mosthonored kind. You would have 
been, anywhere else in the universe. But noMardonalian has, or ever has had, eitherhonor 
or conscience. At first,Nalboon was afraid of you, as were we all. We thought you were 
from the fifteenth sun, now at its closest possible distance, and after seeing your power 
we expected annihilation.
        "However, after seeing theSkylark as a machine, learning that you are short of 
power, and finding you gentle-weak, he thinks that is; how wrong he is!-instead of 
bloodthirsty,Nalboon decided to kill you and take your ship, with its wonderful new 
power. For, while weOsnomians are ignorant of chemistry, we know machines and we 
know electricity. NoOsnomian has ever had any inkling that such a thing as atomic 
energy exists. Nevertheless, after his study of your engines,Nalboon knows how to 
liberate it and how to control it. With theSkylark he could obliterateKondal ; and to do 
that, he would do anything.
        "Also, he or any otherOsnomian scientist, including myself, would go to any 
length, would challenge First Cause itself, to secure even one of those small containers of 
the chemical you callsalt . It is the scarcest, most precious substance in our world. You 
actually had more of it at the table than the total previously known to exist upon 
allOsnome . Its immense value is due, not to its rarity, but to the fact that it is the only 
known catalyst for our hardest metals.
        "You know now whyNalboon intends to kill you; and nothing you can do or not 
do will alter that intent. His plan is this: during the next sleeping period-I simply can't use 
your word 'night', since there is no such thing onOsnome -he will cut into theSkylark and 
take all the salt you have in it. The interrupted circus will be resumed, with you 
Tellurians as principal guests. WeKondalians will be given to thekarlono . Then you five 
will be killed and your bodies smelted to recover the salt that is in them.
        "This is the warning I had to give you. Its urgency explains why I used my crude 
educator. In self-defense, I must add this-the lives of you five Tellurians are not of 
paramount importance, the lives of us fourteenKondalians much less so. We are all 
expendable. TheSkylark however, is not. IfNalboon gets her, every livingKondalian will 
die within a year. That fact, and that fact alone, explains why you saw me, thekofedix 
ofKondal prostrate myself beforeNalboon ofMardonale , and heard me order my kinsmen 
to do the same."
        "How do you, a prince of another nation, know all these things?" Crane asked.
        "Some are common knowledge. I heard much while aboardNalboon's plane. I 
readNalboon's plan from the brain of the officer Dick killed. He was a . . . a colonel of the 
guard, and high inNalboon'sfavor . He was to have been in charge of cutting into 
theSkylark and of killing and smelting you five."
        "That clears things up," Seaton said. "Thanks,Dunark . The big question now is, 
what do we do about it?"
        "I suggest that you take us into theSkylark and get away from here-as soon as you 
can. I'll pilot you toKondalek , our capital city. There, I can assure you, you will be 
welcomed as you deserve. My father will treat you as a visitingkarfedix should be treated. 
As far as I am concerned, if you can succeed in getting us back toKondal -or in getting 
theSkylark there without any of us-nothing I can ever do will lighten the burden of my 
indebtedness; but I promise you all the copper you want, and anything else you may 
desire that is within the power of allKondal to give."
        Seaton scowled in thought.
        "Our best chance is with you," he said, finally. "But if we give you atomic power, 
which we would be doing if we take you back home,Kondal will obliterateMardonale -if 
you can."
        "Of course."
        "So, ethically, perhaps we should leave you all here and try to blast our own way 
to theSkylark . Then go on about our business."
        "That is your right."
        "But I couldn't do it. And if I did, Dottie would skin me alive and rub salt in, 
every day from now on . . . andNalboon and his crowd are the scum of the universe. . . . 
Maybe I'm prejudiced by having your whole mind in mine, but I think I'd have to come to 
the same decision if I hadNalboon's whole mind in there as well. When will we make the 
break-the hour after the second meal?"
        "The strolling hour, yes. You are using my knowledge, I see, just as I am using 
yours."
        "Mart and DuQuesne, we'll make our break just after the next meal, when 
everybody is strolling around talking to everybody else. That's when the guards are most 
lax, and our best chance, since we haven't gotarmor and no good way of getting any."
        "But how about your killing his guards and blowing the end out of his palace?" 
DuQuesne asked. "He isn't the type to take much of that sitting down. Won't that make 
him hurry things along?"
        "We don't quite know, eitherDunark or I. It depends pretty much on which 
emotion is governing, anger or fear. But we'll know pretty quick. He'll be paying us a call 
of state pretty soon now and we'll see what he acts like and how he talks. However, he's 
quite a diplomat and may conceal his real feelings entirely. But remember, he thinks 
gentleness is fear, so don't be surprised if I open up on him. If he gets the least bit tough 
I'll cut him down to size right then."
        "Well," Crane said, "if we have some time to wait, we may as well wait in 
comfort instead of standing up in the middle of the room. I, for one, would like to ask a 
few questions."
        The Tellurians seated themselves upon divans andDunark began to dismantle the 
machine he had built. TheKondalians remained standing behind their 'masters', until 
Seaton protested.
        "Please sit down, everybody. There's no need of keeping up this farce of your 
being slaves as long as we're alone."
        "Perhaps not, but at the first sign of a visitor we must all be in our places. Now 
that we have a little time and are able to understand each other, I will introduce my party 
to yours.
        "FellowKondalians , greet Karfedix Seaton and Karfedix Crane, of a strange and 
extremely distant planet called Earth." He and his group saluted formally. "Greet also the 
noble ladies, Miss Vaneman and Miss Spencer, soon to becomeKarfedir Seaton 
andKarfedir Crane, respectively." They saluted again.
        "Guests from Earth, allow me to present theKofedir Sitar, the only one of my 
wives who was unfortunate enough to be with me on our ill-fated hunting expedition." 
One of the women stepped forward and bowed deeply to the four, who returned the 
compliment in kind.
        Ignoring DuQuesne as a captive, he went on to introduce the otherKondalians as 
his brothers, sisters, half-brothers, half sisters, and cousins-all members of the ruling 
house ofKondal .
        "Now, after I have had a word with you in private, Doctor Seaton, I will be glad 
to give the others any information I can."
        "I want a word with you, too, junior. I didn't want to break up your ceremony by 
arguing about it out there, but I am not, never was, and never will be akarfedix -which 
word, as you know translates quite closely into 'emperor'. I'm merely a plain citizen."
        "I know that . . . that is, I know it, in a way, from your own knowledge; but I find 
it impossible to understand it or to relate it to anything in my own experience. Nor can I 
understand your government; I fail entirely to see how it could function for even one of 
your years without breaking down. OnOsnome , Dick, men of your attainments, and 
Martin's, arekarfedo . You will be, whether you want to or not. Ph.D. . . . Doctor of 
Philosophy . . . Karfedix of Knowledge . . ."
        "Pipe down,Dunark -forget it! What was it you wanted to talk to me about away 
from the mob?"
        "Dorothy and Margaret. You already have it in your mind somewhere, from mine, 
but you might find it as impossible to understand as I do much of yours. Your women are 
so different from ours, so startlingly beautiful, thatNalboon will not kill either of them-for 
a time. So, if worst comes to worst, be sure to kill them both while you still can."
        "I see . . . yes, I find it now." Sexton's voice was cold, his eyes hard. "Thanks. I'll 
remember that, and charge it toNalboon's personal account."
        Rejoining the others, they found Dorothy and Sitar deep in conversation.
        "So a man has half a dozen or so wives?" Dorothy was asking in surprise. "How 
can you get along-I'd fight like a wildcat if Dick got any such funny ideas as that!"
        "Why, splendidly, of course. I wouldn'tthink of ever marrying a man if he was 
such a . . . a . . . alouse that only one woman would have him!"
        "I've got a cheerful thought for you and Peg, Red-top.Dunark here thinks you two 
are beautiful. 'Startlingly beautiful' was the exact description."
        "What? In this light? Green, black, yellow, andmudcolor ? We're positively 
hideous! And if that's your idea of a joke . . ."
        "Oh, no,Dorthee ," Sitar interposed. "You two are beautiful-really lovely. And 
you have such a rich, smoothly-blendingcolor -flow. It's a shame to hide so much of it 
with robes."
        "Yes, why do you?Dunark asked; as both girls blushed hotly, he paused, 
obviously searching in Dick's mind for an answer he could not find in his own. "I mean, I 
see the sense of covering as a protection, or for certain ceremonials in which covering is 
ritual; but when not needed, in fact, when you are too warm, as you are now. . ." He 
broke off in embarrassment and went on, "Help, Dick. I seem to be getting my foot in it 
deeper and deeper. What have I done to offend?"
        "Nothing. It isn't you at all; it's just that our race has worn clothing for centuries, 
and can't . . . Mart, how would you explain 'modesty' to a race like that?" He swept his 
arm to cover the group of perfectly poised, completely un-self-conscious, naked men and 
women.
         "I could explain it, after a fashion, but I doubt very much if even you,Dunark , 
with your heredity, could understand it. Sometime, when we have a few hours to spare, I 
will try to, if you like. But in the meantime, what are those collars and what do they 
mean?"
        "Identifications. When a child is nearly grown, it is cast about his neck. It bears 
his name, national number, and the device of his house. Being made ofarenak , it cannot 
be altered without killing the person. AnyOsnomian not wearing a collar is unthinkable; 
but if it should ever happen he would be killed."
        "Is that belt something similar? No, it . . ."
        "No. Merely a pouch. But evenNalboon thought it was opaquearenak , so didn't 
try to open it."
        "Is that transparentarmor made of the same thing?"
        "Yes, except that nothing is added to the matrix to make itcolored or opaque. It is 
in the preparation of this metal that salt is indispensable. It acts only as a catalyst, being 
recovered afterward, but neither nation has ever had enough salt to make all thearmor 
they want."
        "Aren't those monsters-karlono, I think you called them covered with the same 
thing? And what are they, anyway?" Dorothy asked.
        "Yes. It is thought that the beasts grow it, just as fishes grow scales. But no one 
knows how they do it-or even how they can possibly do it. Very little is known about 
them, however, except that they are the worst scourge ofOsnome . Various scientists have 
described thekarlon as a bird, a beast, a fish, and a vegetable; sexual, asexual, and 
hermaphroditic. Its habitat is-"
        The gong sounded and theKondalians leaped to their positions. Thekofedix went 
to the door.Nalboon brushed him aside and entered, escorted by a squad of heavily-
armed, fullarmored soldiers. A scowl of anger was on his face; he was plainly in an ugly 
mood.
        "Stop,Nalboon ofMardonale !" Seaton thundered, in theMardonalian tongue and 
at the top of his powerful voice. "Dare you invade privacy without invitation?"
        The escort shrank back, but the emperor stood his ground, although he was 
plainly taken by surprise. With a heroic effort he smoothed his face into lines of 
cordiality.
        "May I inquire why my guards are slain and my palace destroyed by myhonored 
guest?"
        "You may. I permit it, to point out your errors. Your guards, at your order, no 
doubt, sought to invade my privacy. Being forbearing, I warned them once, but one of 
them was foolhardy enough to challenge me, and was of course destroyed. Then the 
others attempted to raise their childish weapons against me, and I of course destroyed 
them. The wall merely chanced to be inside the field of action of the force I chanced to be 
employing at the time.
        "Anhonored guest? Bah l Know,Nalboon , that when you seek to treat as captive a 
visitingdomak of my race, you lose not only your own life, but the lives of all your nation 
as well. Do you perceive your errors?"
        Anger and fear fought for supremacy onNalboon's face; but a third emotion, 
wonder, won. He,Nalboon , was armed: he had with him a score of armed andarmored 
men. This stranger had nothing; the slaves were less than nothing. Yet he stood there, 
arrogantly confident, master of the planet, the solar system, and the universe, by his 
bearing . . . and how . . .how had he completely obliterated fifty armed andarmored men 
and a thousand tons of stone and ultra-hard metal?Nalboon temporized.
        "May I ask how you, so recently ignorant, know our language?"
        "You may not. You may go."
         
        Chapter 18
         
        "THAT WAS a beautiful bluff, Dick!"Dunark exclaimed, as the door closed 
behindNalboon and his guards. "Exactly the right tone-you've got him guessing plenty."
        "It got him, all right-for the moment-but I'm wondering how long it will hold him. 
He's a big time operator, and smart. The smart thing for us to do, I think, would be to take 
off for theSkylark right now, before he can get organized. What do you think, Mart?"
        "I think so. We're altogether too vulnerable here."
        The Earth-people quickly secured the few personal things they had brought with 
them. Seaton stepped out into the hall, waved the guards away, and motionedDunark to 
lead the way. The otherKondalians fell in behind, as usual, and the group walked boldly 
toward the exit nearest the landing dock. The guards offered no opposition, but stood at 
attention and saluted as they passed. The officer lifted his microphone, however, and 
Seaton knew thatNalboon was being kept informed of every development.
        Outside the palace,Dunark turned his head.
        "Run!" he snapped. All did so. "If they get a flyer into the air before we reach the 
dock it'll be just too bad. There'll be no pursuit from the palace-it isn't expendable-but the 
dock will be tough."
        Rounding a metal statue some fifty feet from the base of the towering dock they 
saw that the door of one of the elevators was open and that two guards stood just inside it. 
At sight of the party the guards raised their guns; but, fast as they were, Seaton was 
faster. At first sight of the open door he had taken two quick steps and hurled himself 
across the intervening forty feet in a football plunge. Before the two soldiers could bring 
their guns to bear he crashed into them, hurling them across the cage and crushing them 
against its metal wall.
        "Good work,"Dunark said. He stripped the unconscious guards of their weapons 
and, after asking Seaton's permission, distributed them among the men of his party. 
"Now, perhaps, we can surprise whoever is on the roof. That was why you didn't shoot?"
        "No," Seaton grunted. "We need this elevator. It wouldn't be much good after 
taking even a Mark One load." He threw the twoMardonalians out of the elevator and 
closed the door.
        Dunarktook the controls. The elevator shot upward, stopping at a level well below 
the top. He took a tubular device from his belt and fitted it over the muzzle of 
theMardonalian pistol.
        "We get out here,"Dunark said, "and go up the rest of the way by side stairs that 
aren't used much. We'll meet a few guards, probably, but I can take care of them. Stay 
behind me, please, everybody."
        Seaton promptly objected andDunark went on, "No, Dick, stay back. You know 
as much about this as I do, I know, but you can't get at the knowledge as fast. I'll let you 
take over when we reach the top."
        Dunarktook the lead, his pistol resting lightly against his hip. At the first turn of 
the corridor they came upon four guards. The pistol did not leave Dunark's hip, but were 
four subdued clicks, in faster succession than a man could count, and four men dropped.
        "What a silencer!" DuQuesne whispered to Seaton. "I didn't suppose a silencer 
could work that fast"
        "They don't use powder," Seaton replied absently, all his faculties pinned to the 
next corner. "Force-field projection."
        Dunarkdisposed of several more groups of guards before the head of the last 
stairway was reached. He stopped there.
        "Now, Dick, you take over. I'm speaking English so I won't have to order each of 
my men individually-command them, literally-not to take my place at your side. We'll 
need all the speed and all the fire-power you have. There are hundreds of men on the roof 
outside, with rapid-fire cannon throwing a thousand shells a minute. If Crane will give 
me his pistols you can kick that door open as soon as you're ready"
        "I've got a lot better idea than that," DuQuesne said. "I'm as fast as you are, 
Seaton, and like you, I can use both hands. Give me the guns and well have 'em cleaned 
out before the door gets fully open."
        "That's a thought, brother-that'sreally a thought, Seaton said. "Hand 'em over, 
Mart. Ready,Blackie ? On your mark get set-go!"
        He kicked the door open and there was a stuttering crash as the four weapons 
burst into almost continuous flame-a crash obliterated by an overwhelming concatenation 
of sound as the X-plosive bullets, sweeping the roof with a rapidly-opening fan of death, 
struck their marks and exploded.
        It was well that the two men in the doorway were past masters in the art of 
handling their weapons-and that they had in their bullets the force of giant shells! For 
rank upon rank of soldiery were massed there; engines of destruction covered elevators, 
doorways, and approaches.
        So fast and fierce was the attack that trained gunners had no time to press their 
switches. The battle lasted approximately one second. It was over while shattered 
remnants of the guns and fragments of the metal and stone of the dock were still falling, 
through a fine mist of what had once been men.
        Assured that not a singleMardonalian remained upon the dock, Seaton waved 
emphatically to the others.
        "Snap it up !" he yelled. "This is going to be hotter than the middle tail-race of 
Hades in exactly one minute."
        He led the way across the dock toward theSkylark , choosing the path with care 
between yawning holes. The ship was still in place, still held immovable by the attractor, 
but what a sight she was! Her quartz windows were shattered, her Norwegianarmor skin 
was dented and warped and fissured, half her plating was gone.
        Not a shot had struck her. All this damage had been done by flying fragments of 
the guns and of the dock itself; and Seaton and Crane, who had developed the new 
explosive, were aghast at its awful power.
        They climbed hastily into the vessel and Seaton ran toward the controls.
        "I hear battleships,"Dunark said. "Is it permitted that I operate one of your 
machine guns?"
        "Go as far as you like!"
        While Seaton was reaching for the speed-lever the first ranging shell from the first 
warship exploded against the side of the dock, just below them. His hand grasped the 
lever just as the second shell screamed through the air, scant yards above them; and as he 
shot theSkylark into the air under five notches of power a stream of the huge projectiles 
poured through the spot where she had just been.
        Crane and DuQuesne aimed several shots at the battleships, but the range was so 
extreme that no damage was done. Dunark's rifle, however, was making a continuous 
chatter and they turned toward him. He was shooting, not at the warships, but at the city 
growing so rapidly smaller beneath them. He was moving the gun's muzzle in a small 
spiral, spraying the entire city with death and destruction. As they looked, the first of the 
shells reached the ground, just asDunark ceased firing for lack of ammunition. The palace 
disappeared, blotted out in a cloud of dust; a cloud whichspiraled outward until it 
obscured the area where the city had been.
        High enough to be safe, Sexton stopped climbing and went out to confer with the 
others.
         "It sure feels good to get a cool breath," he said, inhaling deeply the thin, cold air 
of that altitude. Then he saw theKondalians , who, besides having taken a beating from 
the-to them-atrocious acceleration, were gasping for breath and were shivering, pale with 
cold.
        "Ifthis is what you like,"Dunark said, trying manfully to grin, "I see at last why 
you wear clothes."
        Apologizing quickly, Seaton went back to the board and laid a course, on a 
downward slant, toward the ocean. Then he asked DuQuesne to take over and rejoined 
the group.
        "There's no accounting for tastes," he said toDunark , "but I can't hand your 
climate a thing. It's hotter and muggier thanWashingtonin August; 'and that,' as the poet 
feelingly remarked, 'is going some' But there's no sense to sitting here in the dark. Snap 
the switch, will you, Dottie?"
        "Be glad to . . . now we'll see what theyreally look like. . . . Why, theyare 
beautiful . . . in spite of being sort of greenish like, theyreally are!"
        But Sitar took one look at the woman by her side, shut both eyes, and screamed. 
"What ahorrible light! Shut it off;please! I'd rather be in darkness all my . . ."
        "Did you ever see any darkness?" Seaton interrupted.
        "Yes, I shut myself into a dark closet once, when I was a girl . . . and it scared me 
half out of my senses. I'll take back what I started to say; but that light"-Dorothy had 
already turned it off-"was the mostterrible thing I ever saw!"
        "Why, Sitar," Dorothy said, "You looked perfectly stunning!"
        "They see things differently from the way we do," Sexton explained. "Their optic 
nerves respond differently, send a different message to the brain. The same stimulus 
produces two entirely different end sensations. Am I making myself clear?"
        "Sort of. Not very." Dorothy said, doubtfully.
        "Take a concrete example, theKondaliancolor 'mlap'. Can you describe it?"
        "It's a kind of greenish orange . . . but it shouldn't be. By what we learned 
fromDunark , it's brilliant purple."
        "That's what I mean. Well, get set, everybody, and we'll tear off a few knots 
forKondalek ."
        As they neared the ocean severalMardonalian battleships tried to intercept them; 
but theSkylark hopped over them and her speed was such that pursuit was not attempted. 
The ocean was crossed at the same high speed.
        Dunark, who had already tuned theSkylark 's powerful transmitter to his father's 
private frequency, reported to him everything that had happened; and emperor and crown 
prince worked out a modified version which was to be broadcast throughout the nation.
        Crane drew Seaton aside.
        "Do you think we can really trust theseKondalians , any more than we should 
have trusted theMardonalians ? It might he better for us to stay in theSkylark instead of 
going to the palace at all."
        "Yes to the first; no to the second," Seaton replied. "I went off half-cocked last 
time, I admit; but I've got his whole mind inside my skull, so I know him a lot better than 
I know you. They've got some mighty funny ideas, and they're bloodthirsty and hard as 
tungsten carbide; but, basically, they're just as decent as we are.
        "As for staying in here, what good would that do? Steel is as soft as mush to the 
stuff they've got. And we can't go anywhere, anyway. No copper-we're down to the 
plating in spots. And we couldn't if we were full of copper. The old bus is a wreck; she's 
got to be completely rebuilt. But you don't have to worry this time, Mart. Iknow they're 
friends of ours."
        "You don't say that very often," Crane conceded, "and when you do, I believe 
you. All objections are withdrawn."
        Flying over an immense city, theSkylark came to a halt directly above the palace, 
which, with its landing dock near by, was very similar to that ofNalboon , 
theMardonalian potentate.
        From the city beneath theSkylark hundreds of big guns roared in welcome. 
Banners and streamers hung from every point. The air became tinted and perfumed with a 
bewildering variety ofcolors and scents. Ether and air alike were full of messages of 
welcome and hymns of joy.
        A fleet of giant warships came up, to escort the battered little globe with 
impressive ceremony down to the landing dock; while around them great numbers of 
smaller aircraft flitted. Tiny one-man machines darted here and there, apparently always 
in imminent danger of collision with each other or with their larger fellows, but always 
escaping as though by a miracle. Beautiful pleasure-planes soared and dipped and 
wheeled like great gulls; and, cleaving their stately way through the hordes o£ lesser 
craft, immense multi-plane passenger liners partially supported by helicopter screws 
turned aside from their scheduled courses to pay homage to the half of theKondalian 
royal family so miraculously returned from the dead.
        As theSkylark approached the roof of the dock, all the escorting vessels dropped 
away. On the roof, instead of the brilliant assemblage the Earthmen had expected to see, 
there was only a small group of persons, all of whom were as completely unadorned as 
wereDunark and the other erstwhile captives.
        In answer to Seaton's look of surprise,Dunark said, with feeling, "My father, 
mother, and the rest of the family. They knew we'd be stripped; they are meeting us that 
way."
        Seaton landed the ship. He and his four stayed inside while the family reunion, 
which was very similar to an Earthly one under similar circumstances, took place.Dunark 
then led his father up to theSkylark and the Tellurians disembarked.
        "Friends, I have told you of my father; I present you toRoban , the Karfedix 
ofKondal . Father, it is anhonor to present to you those who rescued us fromNalboon and 
fromMardonale . Seaton, Karfedix of Knowledge; Crane, Karfedix of Wealth; Miss 
Vaneman, and Miss Spencer. TheKarfedelix DuQuesne"-waving his hand at him-"is a 
lesser authority of knowledge and is captive to the others."
        "The KarfedixDunark exaggerates our services," Seaton said, "and does not 
mention the fact that he saved all our lives."
        Disregarding Seaton's remark,Roban thanked them in the name ofKondal and 
introduced them to the rest of his party. As they all walked toward the elevator the 
emperor turned to his son with a puzzled expression.
        "I know that our guests are from a very distant world, and I understand your 
accident with the educator, but I cannot understand the titles of these men. Knowledge 
and wealth are not-cannot be-ruled over. Are you sure that you have translated their titles 
correctly?"
        "No translation is possible. Crane has no title, and was not at all willing for me to 
apply any title to him. Seaton's title, one of learnedness, had no equivalent in our 
language. What I did was to call them what each one would certainly become if he had 
been born one of us. Their government is not a government at all, but stark madness, the 
rulers being chosen by the people themselves, who change their minds and their rulers 
every year or two. And, everyone being equal before the law, does just about as he 
pleases. . . ."
        "Incredible !" exclaimedRoban . "How, then, is anything done?"
        "I do not know. I simply do not understand it at all. They do not seem to care, as a 
nation, whether anything worth while gets done or not, as long as each man has what he 
calls his liberty. But that isn't the worst, or the most unreasonable. Listen to this."
        Dunarktold his father all about the Seaton-Crane versus DuQuesne conflict. 
"Then, in spite of all that, Crane gave DuQuesne both his pistols and DuQuesne stood at 
Seaton's side in that doorway and the two of them killed everyMardonalian on that roof 
before I could fire a single shot. DuQuesne fired every bullet in both his pistols and made 
no attempt whatever to kill either Seaton or Crane. And he isstill their captive!"
        "Incredible! What an incomprehensibly distorted sense ofhonor ! If it were 
anyone except you saying this, I would deem it the ravings of a maniac. Are you sure, 
son, that these are facts?"
        "I am sure. I saw them happen; so did the others. But in many other respects they 
are . . . well, they are not insane . . . incomprehensible. The tenets of reason as we know 
reason simply are not applicable to many of their ideas, concepts, and actions. Clothing, 
for instance. Their values, their ethics, are in some respects absolutely incommensurate 
with ours. However, their sense ofhonor is, at bottom, as sound as ours, and as strong. 
And, sinceNalboon tried to kill them, they are definitely on our side."
        "That, at least, I can understand, and it is well." The older man shook his head. 
"My mind is full of cobwebs. An enemy who is a friend. Or vice versa. Or both. A master 
who arms a slave. An armed slave who does not kill his master. That, my son, is simple, 
plain, stark lunacy!"
        During this conversation they had reached the palace, after traversing grounds 
even more sumptuous and splendid than those surrounding thepalaceofNalboon. Inside 
the building,Dunark himself led the guests to their rooms, accompanied by the major-
domo and an escort of guards. The rooms were intercommunicating and each had a 
completely equipped bathroom, with a small swimming pool, built of polished metal, in 
lieu of a tub.
        "This'd be nice," Seaton said, indicating the pool, "if you had some cold water."
        "There is cold water."Dunark turned on a ten-inch stream of lukewarm water, then 
shut it off and smiled sheepishly. "But I keep forgetting what you mean by the word 
'cold'. We will install refrigerating machines at once."
        "Oh, don't bother about that; we won't be here long enough. One thing, though, I 
forgot to tell you. We'll eat our own food, not yours."
        "Of course. We'll take care of it. I'll be back in half an hour to take you to fourth-
meal."
        Scarcely had the Earthlings freshened themselves than he was back; but he was no 
longer theDunark they had known. He now wore a metal-and-leather harness that was 
one blaze of gems. A belt hung with resplendent weapons replaced the familiar hollow 
one of metal. His right arm, between the wrist and the elbow, was almost covered by six 
bracelets of a transparent, deep cobalt-blue metal; each set with an incredibly brilliant 
stone of the samecolor . On his left wrist he wore aKondalian chronometer. This was an 
instrument resembling an odometer, whose numerous revolving segments showed a large 
and constantly increasing number-the date and time of theOsnomian day expressed in a 
decimal number of the years ofKondalian history.
        "Greetings, oh guests fromTellus ! I feel more like myself, now that I am again in 
my trappings and have my weapons at my side." He attached a timepiece to the wrist of 
each of the guests, with a bracelet of the blue metal. "Will you accompany me to fourth-
meal or aren't you hungry?"
        "We accept with thanks," Dorothy replied, promptly. "I, for one, am starving by 
inches."
        As they walked toward the dining-hallDunark noticed that Dorothy's eyes kept 
straying to his bracelets.
        "They are our wedding rings. Man and wife exchange bracelets as part of the 
ceremony."
        "Then you can always tell whether a man is married, and how many wives he has, 
just by looking at his arm. Nice. Some men on Earth wear wedding rings, but not many."
        Robanmet them at the door of the hall, and Dorothy counted ten of the peculiar 
bracelets upon his right arm as he led them to places near his own. The room was a 
replica of the otherOsnomian dining-hall they had seen; and the women were decorated 
with the same barbaricsplendor of scintillating gems.
        After the meal, which was a happy one, taking on the nature of a celebration 
inhonor of the return of the children, DuQuesne went directly to his room, while the 
others spent the time until zero hour in strolling about the grounds. Upon returning to the 
room occupied by the two girls, the couples separated, each girl accompanying her lover 
to the door of his room.
        Margaret was ill at ease.
        "What's the matter, sweetheart?" Crane asked, solicitously.
        She twisted nervously at a button on his shirt.
        "I didn't know that you . . . I wasn't . . . I mean I didn't . . ." She broke off, then 
went on with a rush. "What didDunark mean by calling you the Karfedix of Wealth?"
        "Well, you see, I happen to have some money . . ." he began.
        "Then you reallyare M. Reynolds Crane!"
        Crane put his other arm around her, kissed her, and held her close.
        "Isthat all that was bothering you? What does money amount to between you and 
me?"
        "Nothing-to me-but I'm awfully glad I didn't know anything about it before." She 
returned his kisses withfervor . "That is, it doesn't mean a thing if you areperfectly sure 
that I'm not after-"
        Crane, the imperturbable, broke a hard and fast rule and interrupted her. "Don't 
say that, dear. Don't even think of it, ever again. We both know that between you and me 
there never have been, are not now, and never shall be, any doubts or any questions."
        "If I could have that tank full of good cold water right now," Seaton said, as he 
stood with Dorothy in the door of his room, "I'd throw you in, clothes and all, dive in 
with you, and we'd soak in it all night. Night? What do I mean, night? This constant 
daylight, constant heat, and supersaturated humidity are pulling my cork. You don't look 
up to snuff, either." He lifted her gorgeous auburn head from his shoulder and studied her 
face. "You look like you'd been pulled through a knot hole-you're starting to get black 
circles under your eyes."
        "I know it." She nestled even closer against him. "I'm scared blue half the time. I 
always thought I had good nerves, but every thing here is so perfectlyhorrible that I can't 
sleep-and I always used to go to sleep in the air, two or three inches before I hit the 
sheets. When I'm with you it isn't too bad-I really enjoy a lot of the things-but the 
sleeping-periods-Ugh!" She shivered in the circle of his arms. "You can say anything 
about them you can think of, and I'll back you to your proverbial nineteen decimals. I just 
lie there, tenser and tighter, and my mind goes up like a skyrocket. Peggy and I just 
huddle up to each other in a ghastly purple funk. I'm ashamed of both of us, but that's the 
way it is and we can't help it."
        "I'm sorry, ace." He tightened his arms. "Sorrier than I can say. You've got nerve, 
and you aren't going to fall apart; I know that. It's just that you haven't roughed it away 
from home enough to be able to feel at home wherever your hat is. The reason you feel 
safe with me is probably that I feel perfectly at home here myself-except for the 
temperature and so on."
        "Uh-huh . . . probably." Dorothy gnawed at her lower lip. "I never thought I was a 
clinging-vine type, but I'm getting to be. I'm simply scared to death to go to bed."
        "Chin up, sweetheart." An interlude. "I wish I could be with you all the time-you 
know how much I wish it-but it won't be long. We'll fix the chariot and snap back to 
Earth in a hurry."
        She pushed him into his room, followed him inside, closed the door, and put both 
hands on his shoulders.
        "Dick Seaton," she said, blushing hotly, "You're not as dumb as I thought you 
were-you're dumber ! But if you won't say it, even after such a sob-story as that, I will. 
No law says that a marriage has to be performed on Earth to be legal."
        He pressed her close; his emotion so great that for a minute he could not talk. 
Then he said, "I never thought of anything like that,Dottiegirl ." His voice was low and 
vibrant. "If I had, I wouldn't have dared say it out loud. With you so far away from home, 
it'd seem . . ."
        "It wouldn't seem anything of the kind," she denied, without waiting to find out 
what it was that she was denying. Don't you see, you big, thick-headed, wonderful lug, 
it's the only thing to do? We need each other-at least I need you so much . . ."
        "Say 'each other'-it's right," he declared fervently.
        "The family would like to have seen me married, of course . . . but there are some 
advantages, even there. Dad would hate a grandWashingtonwedding, and so would you. 
It's better all around to be married here."
        Seaton, who had been trying to get a word in, silenced her.
        "I'm convinced, Dottie, have been ever since I came out of shock. I'm so glad I 
can't express it. I've been scared stiff every time I've thought about our wedding. I'll 
speak to thekarfedix the first thing in the morning . . . or say, how'd it be to wake him up 
and have it done right now?"
        "Oh, Dick, be reasonable !" Dorothy's eyes, however, danced with glee. "That 
would never do. Tomorrow will be too awfully sudden, as it is. And Dick, please speak to 
Martin will you? Peggy's scared a lot worse than I am, and Martin, the dear old stupid 
jerk, is a lot less likely than even you are to think of being prime mover in anything like 
this. And Peggy's afraid to suggest it to him. Said she'd curl right up and die; and she just 
about would."
        "Ah. Aha!" Seaton straightened up and held her out at arms' length. "A light 
dawns. I thought there was something fishy about your walking me home. Queer-like a 
nine-dollar bill. It didn't register, even at 'sob-story'-I thought my bad example was 
corrupting your English. A put-up job, eh?"
        "What do you think? That I'd have the nerve to do it all by myself? But not all, 
Dick." She snuggled up to him again, blissfully content. "Just the littlest, teeniest bit of it, 
was all."
        Seaton opened the door. "Mart, bring Peggy over here!"
        "Heavens, Dick! Be careful! You'll spoil everything!"
        "No, I won't. Leave it to me-I bashfully admit that I'm a blinding flash and a 
deafening report at this diplomacy stuff. Smooth, like an eel." The other two joined them.
        "Dottie and I have been talking things over, and have decided that today would be 
the best possible day for a wedding. She's afraid of these long daylight nights, and I'd 
sleep a lot better if I knew where she was all the time instead of part of it. She's willing, if 
you two see it the same way and make it a double. So how about it? And if you say 
anything but 'yes' I'll tie you, Mart, up like a pretzel; and take you, Peg, over my knee and 
spank you. I'll give you one whole second to think it over."
        Margaret blushed furiously but pressed herself closer against Crane's side.
        "That's time enough for me," Crane said. "A marriage here would be recognized 
anywhere, I think . . . with the certificate registered . . . if the final court declared it 
invalid we could be married again. . . . Considering all the circumstances, it would be the 
best thing  for everyone concerned." Crane's lean, handsome face assumed a darkercolor 
as he looked down at Margaret's sparkling eyes and happily animated face. "Nothing else 
in existence is as certain as our love. It is of course the bride's privilege to set the date. 
Peggy?"
        "The sooner the better," Margaret said, blushing again. "Did you say today, 
Dick?"
        "That's what I said. I'll see thekarfedix about it as soon as we get up," and the two 
couples separated.
        "I'm just too perfectly happy for words," Dorothy whispered into Seaton's ear as 
he kissed her good night. "I simply don't care whether I sleep a wink tonight or not."
         
        Chapter 19
         
        SEATON WOKE up, hot and uncomfortable, but with a great surge of joy in his 
heart-this was his wedding day! Springing out of bed, he released the full stream of 'cold' 
water, filling the pool in a few moments. Poising lightly on the edge, he made a clean, 
sharp dive-and yelled in surprise as he came snorting to the surface. ForDunark had made 
his promise good; the water was only a couple of degrees above freezing point! After a 
few minutes of swimming and splashing in the icy water he rubbed himself down, 
shaved, put on shirt and slacks, and lifted his powerful base voice in the wedding chorus 
from "The Rose Maiden."
        "Rise, sweet maid, arise, arise;
        "Rise, sweet maid, arise, arise;
        " 'Tisthe last fair morning for thy maiden eyes,"
        he sang lustily, out of his sheer joy in being alive, and was surprised to hear three 
other voices-soprano, contralto, and tenor-continue the song from the adjoining room. He 
opened the door.
        "Good morning, Dick, you sounded happy," Crane said.
        "So did you all, but who wouldn't be? Look what today is!" He embraced Dorothy 
ardently. "Besides, I found some cold water this morning."
        "Everybody within a mile heard you discover it," Dorothy giggled. "We warmed 
ours up a little. I like a cold bath, too, but not in ice-water. B-r-r-r!"
        "But I didn't know you two boys could sing." Margaret said.
        "We can't," Seaton assured her. "We just barber-shop it now and then, for fun. But 
it sounded as though you can reallysing ."
        "I'll say she can sing!" Dorothy exclaimed. "I didn't know it 'til just now, but she's 
soprano soloist in the First Episcopal, no less!"
        "Whee!" Seaton whistled. "If she can stand the strain, we'll have to give this 
quartet a workout some day-when there's nobody around."
        All four became silent, thinking of the coming event of the day, until Crane said, 
"They have ministers here, I know, and I know something of their religion, but my 
knowledge is vague. You know more about it than we do, Dick-tell us about it while we 
wait."
        Seaton paused a moment, an odd look on his face. As one turning the pages of an 
unfamiliar book of reference, he was seeking the answer to Crane's question in the vast 
store ofOsnomian information received fromDunark . He spoke slower than usual, and 
used much better English, when he replied.
        "As well as I can explain it, it's a very peculiar mixture, partly theology, partly 
Darwinian evolution or itsOsnomian equivalent, and partly pure pragmatism or economic 
determinism. They believe in a supreme being, the First Cause being its nearest English 
equivalent. They recognize the existence of an immortal and unknowable life-principle, 
or soul. They believe that the First Cause has laid down the survival of the fittest as the 
fundamental law, which belief accounts for their perfect physiques. . . ."
        "Perfect physiques! Why, they're as weak as children!" Dorothy exclaimed.
        "That's because of the low gravity," Seaton explained. "You see, a man of my size 
weighs only about eighty-six pounds here, on a spring balance, so he wouldn't need any 
more muscle than a boy of twelve or so on Earth. Either one of you girls could easily 
handle any two of the strongest men onOsnome . It'd probably take all the 
strengthDunark has, just to stand up on Earth.
        "Considering that fact, they are magnificently developed. They have attained this 
state by centuries of weeding out the unfit. They have no hospitals for the feeble-minded 
or the feeble bodied; all such are executed. The same reasoning accounts for their 
cleanliness, physical and moral-vice is practically unknown. Clean thinking and clean 
living are rewarded by the production of a better mental and physical type. . . ."
        "Especially since they correct wrong living by those terrible punishmentsDunark 
told us about," Margaret put in.
        "Perhaps, although the point is debatable. They also believe that the higher the 
type, the faster the evolution and the sooner will mankind reach what they call the 
Ultimate Goal and know all things. Believing as they do that the fittest must survive, and 
of course thinking themselves the superior type, it is ordained thatMardonale must be 
destroyed utterly, root and branch.
        "Their ministers are chosen from the very fittest, next to the royal family, which 
is, and must remain, tops. If it doesn't, it ceases to be the royal family and a fitter family 
takes over. Anyway, ministers are strong, vigorous, and clean, and are almost always 
high army officers as well as ministers."
        An attendant announced the coming of the emperor and his son, to pay the call of 
state; and, after the ceremonious greetings had been exchanged, all went into the dining-
hall for first-meal. After eating, Seaton brought up the question of the double wedding. 
The emperor was overjoyed.
        "Karfedix Seaton, nothing could please us more than to have such a ceremony 
performed in our palace. Marriage between such highly-evolved persons as are you four 
is demanded by the First Cause, whose servants we all are. Aside from that, it is an 
unheard ofhonor for any ruler to have even one otherkarfedix married under his roof, and 
you are granting me thehonor of two! I thank you, and assure you that we will do our best 
to make the occasion memorable."
        "Nothing fancy, please," Seaton said. "Just a simple, plain wedding will do very 
nicely."
        "I will summonKarbixTaman to perform the ceremony,"Roban said, paying no 
attention to Seaton's remark. "Our customary time for ceremonies is just before fourth-
meal. Is that time satisfactory to all concerned?"
        It was entirely satisfactory.
        "Dunark, since you are more familiar than I with the customs of our illustrious 
visitors, you will take charge." EmperorRoban strode out of the room.
        Dunarktook up his microphone and sent out call after call after call.
        Dorothy's eyes sparkled. "They must be going to make a production out of our 
weddings, Dick-theKarbix is the highest dignitary of the church, isn't he?"
        "Yes, as well as being commander-in-chief of all the armed forces ofKondal . 
Next toRoban he's the most powerful man in the whole empire. They're going to throw a 
brawl, all right it'll make the biggestWashingtonwedding you ever saw look like some 
small fry's birthday party. And how you'll hate it!"
        "Uh-huh, I do already." She laughed rapturously. "I'll cry bitter and salty tears all 
over the place-I don't think. It's you that will suffer-in silence, I hope?"
        "As silently as possible-check." He grinned; and she became, all of a sudden, 
serious.
        "I've always wanted a big wedding, Dick-but remember I wanted to give it up and 
thought I had."
        "I'll remember that always, sweetheart. As I have said before and am about to say 
again, you're a blinding flash and a deafening report-the universe's best."
        AsDunark finished his telephoning, Seaton spoke to him.
        "Dottie said, a while back, she'd like to have a few yards of that tapestry-fabric for 
a dress . . . but, says, she's going to get one anyway, only finer and fancier."
        "Just so,"Dunark agreed. "In high state ceremonials we always wear robes of 
state. But you two men, for some reason or other, do not wish to wear them?
        "We'll wear white slacks and sport shirts. As you know-if you can find the 
knowledge-while the women of our race go in for ornamental dress, most of the men do 
not."
        "True."Dunark frowned in perplexity. "Another one of those incomprehensible 
oddities. However, since your dress will be something noKondalian has ever seen, it will 
actually be more resplendent than the robes of your brides.
        "I have called in our most expert weavers and tailors, to make the gowns. Before 
they arrive, let us discuss the ceremony and decide what it will be. You are all somewhat 
familiar with our customs, but on this I make very sure. Each couple is married twice. 
The first marriage is symbolized by the exchange of plain bracelets. This marriage lasts 
two years, during which period either may divorce the other by announcing the fact."
        "Hmmm . . ." Crane said, "Some such system of trial marriage is advocated 
among us every few years, but they all so surely degenerate into free love that none has 
found a foothold."
        "We have no such trouble. You see, before the first marriage each couple, from 
lowest to highest, is given a mental examination. Any person whose graphs show moral 
turpitude is shot."
        No questions being asked,Dunark went on, "At the end of the two years the 
second marriage, which is indissoluble, is performed.Jeweled bracelets are substituted for 
the plain ones. In the case of highly-evolved persons, it is permitted that the two 
ceremonies be combined into one. Then there is a third ceremony, used only in the 
marriage of persons of the very highest evolution, in which eternal vows are taken and 
thefaidon , the eternal jewel, is exchanged. I am virtually certain that all four of you are in 
the eternal class, but that isn't enough. I must be absolutely certain. Hence, if either 
couple elects the eternal ceremony, I must examine that couple here and now. Otherwise, 
and should one of you be rejected byTarnan , not only would my head roll, but my father 
would be intolerably disgraced."
        "Huh? Why?" Seaton demanded.
        "Because I am responsible,"Dunark replied, quietly. "You heard my father give 
me the responsibility of seeing to it that your marriages, the first of their kind 
inKondalian history, are carried out as they should be. If such a frightful thing as a 
rejection occurred it would be my fault. I would be decapitated, there and then, as an 
incompetent. My father would kill himself, because only an incompetent would delegate 
an important undertaking to an incompetent."
        "What a code!" Seaton whispered to Crane, under his breath. "Whata code !" 
Then, toDunark , "But suppose you pass me andTarnan doesn't? Then what?"
        "That cannot possibly happen. Mind graphs do not lie and cannot possibly be 
falsified. However, there is no coercion. You are at perfect liberty to elect any one of the 
three marriages you choose. What is your choice?"
        "I want to be married for good, the longer the better. I vote for the eternal,Dunark 
. Bring out your test-kit"
        "So do I,Dunark ," Dorothy said, catching her breath.
        "One question first," Crane said. "Would that mean that my wife would be 
breaking her vows if she married again after my death?"
        "By no means. Young men are being killed every day; their wives are expected to 
marry again. Most men have more than one wife. Any number of men and women may 
be linked that way after death-just as in your chemistry varying numbers of atoms unite 
to form stable compounds."
        Crane and Margaret agreed that they, too, wanted to be married forever.
        "In your case rings will be substituted for bracelets. After the ceremony you men 
may discard them if you like."
        "Not me!" Seaton declared. "I'll wear them all the rest of my life," and Crane 
expressed the same thought.
        "The preliminary examination, then. Put on these helmets, please." He handed one 
each to Dorothy and Seaton, and donned one himself. He pressed a button, and instantly 
the two could read each other's mind to theminutest detail; and each knew thatDunark 
was reading the minds of both. Moreover, he was studying minutely a device he held in 
both hands.
        "You two pass. I knew you would," he said, and, a couple of minutes later, he said 
the same thing to Crane and Margaret.
        "I was sure,"Dunark said, "but in this case knowing it wasn't enough. I had to 
prove it incontrovertibly. But the robe-makers have been waiting. You two girls will go 
with them, please."
        As the girls leftDunark said, "While I was inMardonale I heard scraps of talk 
about a military discovery, besides the gas whose effects we felt. I heard also that both 
secrets had been stolen fromKondal . There was some gloating, in fact, that we were to be 
destroyed by our own inventions. I have learned here that what I heard was true."
        "Well, that's easily fixed," Seaton said. "Let's get theSkylark fixed up and we'll 
hop over there and jerkNalboon out of his palace-if there is any palace and if he's still 
alive-and read his mind. If notNalboon , somebody else. Check?"
        "It's worth trying anyway,"Dunark said. "In any event we must repair theSkylark 
and replenish her supply of copper as soon as possible."
        The three men went out to the wrecked spaceship and went through it with care. 
Inside damage was extensive and serious; many instruments were broken, including one 
of the object compasses focused upon Earth.
        "It's a good thing you had three of 'em, Mart. I've got to hand it to you for using 
the old think-tank," Seaton said, as he tossed the useless equipment out upon the dock.
        "Better save them, Dick,"Dunark said. "You may have use for them later."
        "Uh-uh. All they're good for is scrap."
        "Then I'll save them. I may need that kind of scrap, some day." He issued orders 
that all discarded instruments and apparatus were to be stored.
        "Well, I suppose the first thing to do is to set up some hydraulic jacks and start 
straightening," Seaton said.
        "Why not throw away this soft stuff and build it ofarenak ?"Dunark suggested. 
"You have plenty of salt."
        "That's really a thought. Yes, two years' supply. Around a hundred pounds, at a 
guess."
        Dunark"seyes widened at the amount mentioned, in spite of his knowledge of 
Earthly conditions. He started to say something, then stopped in confusion, but Seaton 
knew his thought.
        "Sure, we can let you have thirty pounds or so; can't we, Mart?"
        "Certainly. In view of what they are doing for us, I'd insist on it."
        Dunarkacknowledged the gift with shining eyes and heartfelt, but not profuse, 
thanks. He himself carried the precious stuff, escorted by a small army of commissioned 
officers, to the palace. He returned with a full construction crew; and, after making sure 
that the power-bar would work as well througharenak as through steel, he fired machine-
gun-like instructions at the several foremen, then turned again to Seaton.
        "Just one more thing and the men can begin. How thick do you want the walls? 
Our battleships carry one inch. We can't make it any thicker for lack of salt. But you have 
salt to give away; and, since we're doing this by an exact-copy process, I'd suggest four 
feet, same as you have now, to save a lot of time in making drawings and redesigning 
your gun-mounts and so on."
        "I see. Not that we'll ever need it . . . but it would save a lot of time . . . and 
besides, we're used to it. Go ahead."
        Dunarkissued more orders. Then, as the mechanics set to work without a useless 
motion, he stood silent, immersed in thought.
        "Worrying aboutMardonale ,Dunark ?"
        "Yes. I can't help thinking about that new weapon, whatever it is, thatNalboon 
now has."  
        "Why not build another ship, exactly like this one you're building, with four feet 
ofarenak , and simply blowMardonale off the map?"
        "Building the ship would be easy enough, but X is completely unknown. In fact, 
as you know, it cannot exist here."
        "You'd have to be ungodly careful with it, that's sure. But we've got a lot of it-we 
can give you a chunk of it."
        "I could not accept it. It isn't like the salt."
        "Sure it is. We can get a million tons of it any time we want it." He carried one of 
the lumps to the airlock and tossed it out upon the dock. "Take this nugget and get busy"
        Seaton watched, entranced, as theKondalian mechanics set to work with skills and 
with tools undreamed of on Earth. The whole interior of the vessel was supported by a 
complexfalsework ; then the plates and members were cut away as though they were 
made of paper. The sphere, grooved for therepellors and with the columns and central 
machinery complete, wasmolded of a stiff, plastic substance. This soon hardened into a 
rocklike mass, into which all necessary openings were carefully cut.
        Then the structure was washed with a very dilute solution of salt, by special 
experts who took extreme pains not to lose or waste any fraction of a drop. Platinum 
plates were clamped into place and silver cables as large as a man's leg were run to the 
terminals of a tight-beam power station. Current was applied and the mass became almost 
invisible, transformed into transparentarenak .
        Then indeed the Earth people had a vehicle such as had never been seen before. A 
four-foot shell of a substance five hundred times as strong and hard as the strongest and 
hardest steel, cast in one piece with the sustaining framework designed by the world's 
foremost engineer-a structure that no conceivable force could injure, housing 
inconceivable force!
        Thefalsework was removed. Columns, members, and braces were painted black to 
render them plainly visible. The walls of the cabins were also painted, several areas being 
left transparent to serve as windows.
        The second period of work was drawing to a close, and Seaton and Crane 
bothmarveled at what had been accomplished.
        "Both vessels will be finished tomorrow, except for the instruments and so on for 
ours. Another crew will work during the sleeping-period, installing the guns and fittings."
        Since the wedding was to be before fourth-meal, all three went back to the palace, 
Crane and Seaton to get dressed,Dunark to make sure that everything was as it should be.
        Seaton went into Crane's room, accompanied by an attendant carrying his 
suitcase.
        "No dress suits-shame on you!" Seaton chided. "I thought you'd thought of 
everything. You're slipping, little chum."
        "I'm afraid so," Crane agreed, equably. "You covered it very nicely, though. 
Congratulations on your quick thinking. OnlyDunark will know that whites are not our 
most formal dress."
        "And he won't tell," Seaton said.
        Dunarkcame in some time later.
        "Give us a look," Seaton begged. "See if we pass inspection. I was never so rattled 
in my life; and the more I think about this brainstorm I had about wearing whites the less 
I think of it . . . but can't think of anything else we've got that would look half as good."
        They were clad in spotless white, from tennis shoes to open collars. The two tall 
figures-Crane's slender, wiry, at perfect ease; Seaton's, broad-shouldered, powerful, 
prowling about with unconscious suppleness and grace-and the two high-bred faces, each 
wearing a look of keen anticipation, fully justified Dunark's answer.
        "You'll do, fellows, and I'm not just chomping my choppers, either." With 
Seaton's own impulsive good-will he shook hands with them both and wished them an 
eternity of happiness.
        "The next item on the agenda is for you to talk with your brides . . . ."
        "Beforethe ceremony?" Seaton asked.
        "Yes. This cannot be waived. You take them . . . No, you don't. That's one detail I 
missed. You-especially the girls-would think our formal procedure at this point 
somewhatindec . . . anyway, not quite nice in public. You put your arms around them and 
kiss them, is all. Come on."
        Dorothy and Margaret had been dressed in their bridal gowns by Dunark's six 
wives, under the watchful eyes of his mother, the First Karfedix herself. Sitar stood the 
two side by side, then drew off to survey the effect.
        "You are theloveliest things in the whole world!" she cried.
        "Except for this horrible light," Dorothy mourned. "I wish they could see what we 
really look like-I'd like to, myself."
        There was a peal of delighted laughter from Sitar and she spoke to one of the 
maids, who drew dark curtains over the windows, and pressed a switch, flooding the 
room with pure white light.
        "Dunarkmade these lamps," Sitar said, with intense satisfaction. "I knew exactly 
how you'd feel."
        The two Earthmen andDunark came in. For moments nothing was said. Seaton 
stared at Dorothy, hungrily and almost doubting his eyes. For white was white, pink was 
pink, and her gorgeous hair shone in all its naturalsplendor of burnished bronze.
        In their wondrousKondalian bridal costumes the girls were beautiful indeed. They 
wore heavily-jeweledslippers, above which were tiered anklets, each a glaze of gems. 
Their arms and throats were so covered with sparkling, scintillating bracelets, necklaces, 
and pendants that little bare skin was to be seen. And the gowns!
        They were softly shimmering garments infinitely more supple than the finest silk, 
thick-woven of metallic threads of a fineness unknown to Earth, garments that floated 
about or clung to those beautifully-curved bodies in lines of exquisite grace.
        For black-haired Margaret, with her ivory skin, theKondalian princess had chosen 
an almost-white metal, upon which, in complicated figures, sparkled numberless jewels 
of pastel shades. Dorothy's gown was of a dark and lustrous green, its fabric half hidden 
by an intricate design of blazing green and flaming crimson gems-the strange, luminous 
jewels of this strange world.
        Each wore her long, heavy hair almost unbound, after theKondalian bridal 
fashion: brushed until it fell like a shining mist, confined only from temple to temple by a 
structure of jewels in rare-metal filigree.
        Seaton looked from Dorothy to Margaret, then back to Dorothy. He looked into 
violet eyes, deep with wonder and with love, more beautiful than any jewels in all her 
gorgeous costume. Disregarding the notables who had been filing into the room, she 
placed her hands on his shoulders; he placed his on her smoothly rounded hips.
        "I love you, Dick. Now and always," she said, and her own violin had no more 
wonderful tones than did her voice.
        "I love you, Dot. Now and always," he replied; and then they both forgot all about 
protocol; but the demonstration apparently satisfiedKondalian requirements.
        Dorothy, eyes shining, drew herself away from Seaton and glanced at Margaret.
        "Isn't she the mostbeautiful thing you ever laid eyes on?"
        "She certainly is not-but I'll let Mart keep on thinking she is."
        Accompanied by the emperor and his son, Seaton and Crane went into the chapel 
which, already brilliant, had been decorated anew with even greatersplendor . Through 
wide arches the Earthmen saw for the first timeOsnomians wearing clothing; the great 
room was filled with the highest nobility ofKondal , wearing their resplendent robes of 
state.
        As the men entered one door Dorothy and Margaret, with the empress and Sitar, 
entered the other. The assemblage rose to its feet and snapped into the grand salute. 
Martial music crashed and the two parties marched toward each other, meeting at a raised 
platform on which stood theKarbixTaman , a handsome, stately man who carried easily 
his eighty years of age.Tamanraised both arms; the music ceased.
        It was a solemn and impressive spectacle. The room of burnished metal with its 
bizarre decorations, the constantly-changing harmony ofcolor from invisible lamps, the 
group of nobles standing rigidly at attention in an utter absence of all sound as thekarbix 
lifted his arms in invocation of the First Cause-all these things deepened the solemnity of 
that solemn moment.
        WhenTamanspoke, his voice, deep with some great feeling inexplicable even to 
those who knew him best, carried clearly to every part of the great chamber.
        "Friends, it is our privilege today to assist in a most notable event, the marriage of 
four personages from another world. For the first time in the history ofOsnome has 
onekarfedix thehonor of entertaining the bridal party of another. It is not for this fact 
alone, however, that this occasion is to be memorable. A far deeper reason is that we are 
witnessing, possibly for the first time in the history of the universe, the meeting upon 
terms of mutual fellowship and understanding of the inhabitants of two worlds separated 
by unthinkable distances of trackless space and by equally great differences in evolution, 
conditions of life, and environment. Yet these strangers are actuated by the spirit of good 
faith andhonor which is instilled into every worthy being by the great First Cause, in the 
working out of whose vast projects all things are humble instruments.
        "Inhonor of the friendship of the two worlds, we will proceed with the ceremony.
        "Richard Seaton and Martin Crane, exchange plain rings with Dorothy Vaneman 
and Margaret Spencer."
        They did so, and repeated, after thekarbix , simple vows of love and loyalty.
        "May the First Cause smile upon this temporary marriage and render it worthy of 
permanence. As a servant and agent of the First Cause I pronounce you two and you two 
husband and wife. But we must remember that the dull vision of mortal man cannot 
pierce the veil of the future which is as crystal to the all beholding eyes of the First 
Cause. Though you love each other truly some unforeseen thing may come between you 
to mar the perfection of your happiness. Therefore a time is granted you during which 
you will discover whether or not your unions are perfect."
        After a pauseTamanwent on.
        "Martin Crane, Margaret Spencer, Richard Seaton, Dorothy Vaneman : you are 
before us to take the final vows which will bind your bodies together for life and your 
spirits together for eternity. Have you considered the gravity of this step sufficiently to 
enter into this marriage without reservation?"
        "I have," the four replied in unison.
        "Don, for a moment, the helmets before you"
        They did so, and upon each of four oscilloscope screens there appeared hundreds 
of irregular lines. Dead silence held whileTamanstudied certain traces upon each of the 
four giant screens, which were plainly visible to everyone in the room.
        "I have seen-each man and woman of this congregation has seen-that each one of 
you four visiting personages is of the evolutionary state required for eternal marriage. 
Remove the helmets . . . exchange thejeweled rings. Do you each individually swear, in 
the presence of the First Cause and before the supreme justices ofKondal , that you will 
be true and loyal, each helping his chosen one in all things, great and small; that never, 
throughout eternity, in thought or in action, will your mind or your body or your spirit 
stray from the path of truth andhonor ?"
        "I do."
        "I pronounce you married with the eternal marriage. Just as thefaidon which each 
of you wears-the eternal jewel which no force of man is able to change or to deform and 
which gives off its inward light without change and without end-shall endure through 
endless cycles of time after the metal of the ring that holds it shall have crumbled in 
decay: even so shall your spirits, formerly two, now one and indissoluble, progress in 
ever ascending evolution throughout eternity after the base material which is your bodies 
shall have commingled with the base material from which it came."
        Thekarbix lowered his arms and the bridal party walked to the door through ranks 
of uplifted weapons. They were led to another room, where the contracting parties signed 
their names in a register.Dunark then produced two marriage certificates plates of a 
brilliant purple metal, beautifully engraved in parallel columns of English andKondalian 
script and heavily bordered with precious stones. The principals and witnesses signed 
below each column and the signatures were engraved into the metal.
        They were then escorted to the dining-hall, where a truly royal repast was served. 
Between courses the nobles welcomed the visitors and wished them happiness. After the 
last courseTamanspoke, his voice again agitated by the emotion that had puzzled his 
hearers during the marriage service.
        "AllKondal is with us here in spirit, joining us in welcoming these our guests, of 
whose friendship no greater warrant could be given than their willingness to grant us the 
privilege of their marriage. Not only have they given us a boon that will make their 
names revered throughout the nation as long asKondol shall exist, but also they have 
been the means of showing us plainly that the First Cause is upon our side; that our ages-
old institution ofhonor is in truth the only foundation upon which can be built a race 
worthy to survive. At the same time they have been the means of showing us that our 
hated foe, entirely withouthonor , building his race upon a foundation of bloodthirsty 
savagery alone, is building wrongly and must perish utterly from the face ofOsnome ."
        His hearers listened, impressed by his earnestness, but not understanding his 
meaning, and he went on, with a deep light shining in his eyes.
        "You do not understand? It is inevitable that two peoples as different as are our 
two should be possessed of widely-differingknowledges and abilities. These friends, from 
their remote world, have already made it possible for us to construct engines of 
destruction which will obliterateMardonale completely-"
        A fierce shout of joy interrupted the speaker and the nobles sprang to their feet, 
saluting the visitors with weapons held aloft. As soon as they hadreseated 
themselvesTamanwent on.
        "That is the boon. The vindication of our evolution is as easily explained. These 
friends landed first inMardonale . HadNalboon met them inhonor , he would have gained 
the boon. But he attempted to kill his guests and steal their treasures, with what results 
you already know. We, however, in exchange for the few and trifling services we have 
been able to render them, have received even more of value thanNalboon would have 
obtained, even had his plans not been nullified by their vastly higher state of evolution."
        There was aclamor of cheering asTamansat down. The nobles formed themselves 
into an escort ofhonor and conducted the two couples to their apartments.
        Alone in one of their rooms, Dorothy turned to her husband with tears shining in 
her eyes.
        "Dick, sweetheart, wasn't that the mostwonderful thing you ever heard of? Grand, 
in the old meaning of the word-really grand. And that old man was simply superb. 
I'llnever get over it"
        "It was all of that, Dot. It got down to where I lived. So much so that I stopped 
having the jitters as soon as it started."
        But, manlike, Seaton had had enough of solemnity for one day. "But do you know 
that I haven't had a good look at you yet, under light I can see by? Stand over there, 
beautiful, and let me feast my eyes."
        "I will not." She responded instantly to his mood. "I haven't seen myself, either, 
and that's just as important . . ."
        "More so," he said, with a wide and happy smile. "So we'll go over to that full-
length mirror and both feast our eyes."
        "Of course I saw Peggy, for about a second, but I can't tell much from that. 
She'ssu -" She broke off in the middle of a one-syllable word and stared into the mirror.
        "That," she gasped, "isme ? I, I mean? Dorothy Vaneman-I mean Seaton?"
        "That is Dorothy Seaton," he assured her. "Yes. Irrevocably so."
        She stuck out a foot, the better to examine the slipper. She lifted her gown well 
above her knees and studied anklets andlegbands . She put her hands on her hips and 
wriggled, setting everything above the waist into motion. She turned around and repeated 
the performance, to watch the ornaments dance on her far-from-niggardly expanse of 
back. She studied the towering, fantastically-jeweledheaddress. Then she turned to 
Seaton, sheer delight spreading over her expressive face.
        "You know what, Dick?" she exclaimed, gleefully. "I'm going to wear this whole 
regalia, just exactly as it is, to the President's Ball!"
        "You wouldn't. You couldn't. Nobody could have that much nerve."
        "That's what you think. But you aren't a woman-thanks be! Just wait and see. You 
know that red-headed copy-cat,Maribel Whitcomb?"
        "I've heard you mention her-unfavorably."
        "Just wait 'til she seesthis , the be-hennaed, be-padded vixen! Her eyes still stick 
out as though they had stalks, and she'll die of envy and frustration right there on the 
floor-she can't eventry to copy this!"
        "Check-to even more than the proverbial nineteen decimals. But we've got to 
change, or we'll be late."
        "Uh-huh, I suppose so." Dorothy kept on looking backward at the mirror as they 
walked away. "One thing's sure, though,Dickie mine. I don't know about the 'deafening 
report' part, but I certainly am a blinding flash !"
         
        Chapter 20
         
        "THESE JEWELS puzzle me, Dick. What are they?" Crane asked, as the four 
assembled, waiting for first-meal. He held up his third finger, upon which gleamed the 
royal jewel ofKondal in its mounting of intensely blue transparentarenak . "I know the 
name,faidon , but that is about all I seem to know."
        "That's about all anybody knows. It occurs naturally just as you see it there-deep 
blue, apparently but not actually transparent, constantly emitting that strong blue light. It 
cannot be worked, cut, ground, or even scratched. It will not burn or change in any 
arcKondalians can generate-and believe you me, that's saying a mouthful. It doesn't 
change in liquid helium. In other words, Mart, it seems to be inert."
        "How about acids?"
        "I've been wondering about that. And fusion mixtures and such.Osnomians are 
pretty far back in chemistry. I'm going to get hold of another one and see if I can't break it 
down, some way or other. I can't seem to convince myself that an atomic structure could 
be that big."
        "No, it would be a trifle oversize for an atom." Crane turned to the two girls. 
"How do you like your solitaires?"
        "They're perfectly beautiful, and this Tiffany mounting is exquisite," Dorothy 
replied, enthusiastically. "But they're so awfully big. They're as big as ten-carat 
diamonds, I do believe."
        "Just about," Seaton said, "but at that, they're the smallestDunark could find. 
They've been kicking around for years, he says, so small nobody wanted them. They like 
big ones, you know. Wait until you get back toWashington, Dot. People will think you're 
wearing a bottle-stopper until they see it shining in the dark, and then they'll think it's a 
misplaced tail-light. But when the news gets out-wow!Jewelers will be bidding up, a 
million bucks per jump, for rich old dames who want something nobody else can get. 
Check?"
        "You are right, Dick," Crane said, thoughtfully. "Since we intend to wear them 
continuously,jewelers will see them. Any jewel expert will know at a glance that they are 
new, unique, and fabulously valuable. In fact, they could get us into serious trouble, as 
fabulous jewels do."
        "Yeah . . . I never thought of that . . . well, how about this? We'll let it out, casual-
like, that they're as common as mud up here. That we're wearing them purely for 
sentiment-that, at least, will be true-and we're going to bring in a shipload of 'em to sell 
for everlasting, no-battery-needed, automobile parking lamps. And if our girl friends 
really do wear their gowns to the President's Ball, as Dot says they're going to, that'll 
help, too. Nobody-butnobody -would wear thirty-eight pounds of cut stones on a dress if 
they cost very much per each."
        "That would probably keep anyone from murdering our wives for their rings, at 
least."
        "Have you read your marriage certificate, Dick?" Margaret asked.
        "No. Let's look at it, Dottie."
        She produced the massive, heavily-jeweleddocument, and the auburn head and the 
brown one were very close to each other as they read together the English side of the 
certificate. Their vows were there, word for word, with their own signatures beneath 
them, all deeply engraved into the metal. Seaton smiled as he saw the legal form 
engraved below the signatures, and read aloud:
         
        "I, the head of the church and the commander-in-chief of the armed forces 
ofKondal , upon the planetOsnome , certify that I have this day, in the city ofKondalek , 
of said nation and planet, joined in indissoluble bonds of matrimony, Richard Ballinger 
Seaton, Doctor of Philosophy, and Dorothy Lee Vaneman, Doctor of Music; both of 
Washington D.C., U.S.A., upon the planet Earth, in strict compliance with the marriage 
laws, both ofKondal and of the District of Columbia.
        "Tarnan,Karbix ofKondal
        "Witnesses:
          Roban, Emperor ofKondal .
          Tural, Empress ofKondal .
          Dunark, Crown Prince ofKondal .
          Sitar, Crown Princess ofKondal .
          Marc C. DuQuesne,Washington,D.C.,U.S.A., Earth."
         
        "That's some document," Seaton said. "How'd he know it complies with the 
marriage laws of the District? I'm wondering if it does. 'Indissoluble' and 'eternity' are 
mighty big words for American marriages. Do you think we'd better get married again 
when we get back?"
        Both girls protested vigorously and Crane said, "No, I think not. I intend to 
register this just as it is and get a court ruling on it. It will undoubtedly prove legal."
        "I'm not too sure about that," Seaton argued. "Is there any precedent in law that 
says a man can make a promise that will be binding on his immortal soul for all the rest 
of eternity?"
        "I rather doubt it. I'm sure there will be, however, when our attorneys close the 
case. You forget, Dick, that The Seaton-Crane Company, Engineers has a very good legal 
staff."
        "That's right, I had. I'll bet they'll have fun, kicking that one around. I wish that 
bell would ring."
        "So do I," Dorothy said. "I just can't get used to not having any night, and . . ."
        "And it's such a long time between meals," Seaton put in, "as the two famous 
governors said about the drinks."
        "How did you know what I was going to say?"
        "Husbandly intuition," he grinned, "aided and abetted by a stomach that is 
accustomed to only six hours between eats."
         
         
        After eating, the men hurried to theSkylark . During the sleeping-period 
therepellors had been banded on and the guns and instruments, including a fullKondalian 
radio system, had been installed. Except for the power-bars, she was ready to fly. 
TheKondalian vessel lacked both power-bars and instruments.
        "How's the copper situation,Dunark ?" Seaton asked.
        "I don't know yet, exactly. Crews are out, scouring the city for all the metallic 
copper they can find, but they won't find very much. As you know, we don't use it, as 
platinum, iridium, silver, and gold are so much better for ordinary use. We're working 
full time on the copper plant, but it'll be a day or so yet before we can produce virgin 
copper. I'm going to work on our instruments and controls-if you two are temporarily at a 
loose end, you might help me."
        Both men were glad to be of assistance; Crane was delighted at the chance to 
learn how to work that very hard and extremely stubborn metal, iridium, from which all 
theKondalian instruments were to be made.
        On the way to the instrument shop Seaton said to Crane, "But what tickles me 
most is thisarenak ; and not only forarmor and so forth. Is'pose you've noticed your 
razor?"  
        "How could I help it?"
        "I can't understand how anything can be that hard, Mart. Forty years on anarenak -
dust abrasive machine-diamond-dust won't touch it-to hone it, and then it'll shave ten men 
every day for a thousand years and still have exactly the same edge it started with. That is 
what I would call a contribution to science."
        Dunark's extraordinary skill and his even more extraordinary automatic machine 
tools made the manufacture of his instruments a comparatively short job. While it was 
going on, the foreman in charge of the scrap-copper drive came in to report. Enough had 
been found to make two bars, with a few pounds to spare. The bars were in the engines, 
one in each ship.
        "Well done,KolanixMelnen ,"Dunark said, warmly. "I didn't expect that much."
        "We got every last bit of metallic copper in the whole city," the foreman said, 
proudly.
        "Fine!" Seaton applauded. "With one bar apiece, we're ready. Let 'em come."
        "We don't want them to come here; we want to go there,"Dunark said. "One bar 
apiece isn't enough for that."
        "That's right," Seaton agreed. "For an invasion in force, no. I'd let you have ours, 
but two wouldn't be any better than one."
        "No. Four, at least, and I'm going to have eight. There should be some way of 
speeding up work on that copper plant, but I haven't been able to think of any."
        "Speed it up? It's going at fantastic speed already. On Earth it takes months, not 
days, to build smelters and refineries."
        "I've got half a notion to go over there . . . but . . ."
        " 'But' is right," Seaton said. "You'd be more apt to throw the boys off stride than 
anything else."
        "Could be . . . but . . ."
        While theKondalian prince was still standing, undecided, a call for help came in. 
A freight-plane was being pursued by akarlon a few hundred miles away.
        "Now's your time to study one,Dunark !" Seaton exclaimed. "Well drag him in 
here-get your scientists out here!"
        TheSkylark reached the monster before it reached the freighter. Seaton focused 
the attractor and threw on power, jerking the beast upward and backward. As it saw the 
puny size of theSkylark it opened its cavernous mouth and rushed to attack. Seaton, not 
wishing to have his ship stripped ofrepellors , turned them on. The monster was hurled 
backward to the point of equilibrium of the two forces, where it hung helpless, struggling 
frantically.
        Seaton towed the captive back to the field. By judicious pushing and pulling, and 
by using every attractor andrepellor theSkylark mounted, the three Earthmen finally 
managed to hold that monstrous body flat on the ground; but not even with the help of 
Dunark's vessel could all of the terrible tentacles be pinned down. The scientists studied 
the creature as well as they could, from battleships and from heavilyarmored tanks.
        "I wish we could kill it without blowing it to bits," saidDunark , via radio. "Do 
you know of any way of doing it?"
        "No-except maybe poison. And since we don't know what would poison it, and 
couldn't make it if we did, I don't see much chance. Maybe we can tire him out, though, 
and find out where he lives."
        After the scholars had learned all they could, Seaton yanked the animal a few 
miles into the air and shut off the forces holding it. There was a crash and thekarlon , 
knowing that this apparently insignificant vessel was its master, shot away in headlong 
flight.
        "What was that noise, Dick?" Crane asked.
        "I don't know-a new one on me. Probably we cracked a few of his plates," Seaton 
replied, as he drove theSkylark after the monster.
        Pitted for the first time in its life against an antagonist who could bothoutfly and 
outfight it, thekarlon put everything it had into its giant wings. It flew back over the city 
ofKondalek, over the outlying country, and out over the ocean. As they neared 
theMardonalian border a fleet of warships came up to meet the monster; and Seaton, not 
wanting to let the enemy see the rejuvenatedSkylark too closely, jerked the captive high 
into the air. It headed for the ocean in a perpendicular dive. Seaton focused an object-
compass upon it.
        "Go to it, sport," he said. "We'll follow you clear to the bottom, if you want to go 
that far!"
        There was a tremendous double splash as pursued and pursuer struck the water. 
Dorothy gasped, seized a hand-hold, and shut both eyes; but she could scarcely feel the 
shock, so tremendous was the strength of theSkylark 's new hull and so enormous the 
power that drove her. Seaton turned on his searchlights and closed in. Deeper and deeper 
the quarry dove; it became clear that the thing was just as much at home in the water as it 
was in the air.
        The lights revealed strange forms of life, among which were staring-eyed fishes, 
floundering blindly in the unaccustomed glare. As thekarlon bored still deeper the living 
things became scarcer; but the Earthmen still saw from time to time the living nightmares 
that inhabited the oppressive depths of those strange seas. Continuing downward, 
thekarlon went clear to the bottom and stopped there, stirring up a murk of ooze.
        "How deep are we, Mart?"
        "Something under four miles. No fine figures yet."
        "Of course not. Strain gauges okay?"
        "Scarcely moved off their zeroes."
        "Ha! Good news, even though I knew-with my mind-that they wouldn't. With our 
steel hullthey'd've been 'way tip in the red. Wonderful stuff, thisarenak . Well, it looks as 
though he wants to sit it out here and we won't find out anything that way. Come on, 
sport, let's go somewhere else!" Spaceship andkarlon went straight up-fast.
        On reaching the surface, the monster decided to grab altitude, and went so high 
that Seaton was amazed.
        "I wouldn't have believed that such a thing could possibly fly in air so thin!" he 
exclaimed.
        "It is thin up here," Crane said. "Four point one six pounds per square inch."
        "This is his ceiling, I guess. Wonder what he'll do next?"
         As if in answer thekarlon dived toward the lowlands ofKondal , a swampy region 
lush with poisonous vegetation and inhabited only by venomous reptiles. As it 
approached the surface Seaton slowed theSkylark down, remarking, "He'll have to flatten 
out pretty quick or he'll bust something."
        But it did not flatten out. Diving all out, it struck the morass head-first and 
disappeared.
        Astonished at such an un-looked-for development, Seaton brought theSkylark to a 
halt and stabbed downward with the full power of the attractor. The first stab brought up 
nothing but a pillar of muck; the second, one wing and one arm; the third, the whole 
animal-fighting as savagely as ever.
        Seaton eased the attractor's grip. "If he digs in here again we'll follow him."
        "Will the ship stand it?" DuQuesne asked.
        "She'll stand anything. But you'd better all hang on. I don't know whether there'll 
be much of a jar or not"
        There was scarcely any jar at all. After theSkylark had been pulling herself 
downward, quite effortlessly, for something over one minute, Seaton glanced across at 
Crane; who was sitting still at his board doing nothing at all except smiling quietly to 
himself.
        "What're you grinning about, you Cheshire cat?"
        "Just wondering what you came down here for and what you're going to prove. 
These instruments are lying, unanimously and enthusiastically. Plastic flow, you know, 
not fluid."
        "Oh . . . uh-huh, check. No lights, radar, or . . . We could build a sounder, though, 
or avelocitometer ."
        "There are quite a few things we can do, if you think it worth while to take the 
time."
        "It isn't, of course."
        After a few minutes more, Seaton again hauled the monster to the surface and into 
the air. Again it attacked, with unabated fury.
        "Well, that's about enough of that, I guess. Apparently he isn't going home-unless 
his home was down there in the mud, which I can't quite believe. We can't waste much 
more time, so you might as well put him away."
        The Mark Five struck; the ground rocked and heaved under the concussion.
        "Hey, I just thought of something!" Seaton exclaimed. "We could have taken him 
out and set him into an orbit around the planet. Without air, water, or food he'd 
diesometime -I think. Then they'd have a perfect specimen to study"
        "Why, Dick, what ahorrible idea!" Dorothy's eyes flashed as she turned on him. 
"You wouldn't want even such a monster as that to diethat way!"
        "No, I guess I wouldn't really. He's a game fighter. So we'll letDunark do it 
sometime, if he wants to."
        TheSkylark reached the palace dock just before fourth-meal, and while they were 
all eatingDunark told Seaton that the copper plant would be in production in a few hours, 
and that the first finished bar would roll at point thirty-four-in other words, immediately 
after the first-meal of the following "day".
        "Fine!" Seaton exclaimed. "You'll be ready in theKondal . Take the first eight bars 
and be on your way. F-f-f-f-t! There goesMardonale !"
        "Impossible, as you already know, if you think a little."
        "Oh . . . I see . . . the Code. I wouldn't want you to break it, of course . . . but 
couldn't it be . . . say, stretched just enough to cover a situation like this, which has never 
come up before?"
        "It can not,"Dunark said, stiffly.
        "Buts'pose . . . Pardon me,Dunark . Ignorance-I never really scanned it before. 
You're right. I'll play ball."
        "Smatter, Dick?" Dorothy whispered into his ear. "What did you do to him? I 
thought he was going to blow his top."
        "I said something I should have known better than to say," he replied, loudly 
enough so thatDunark , too, could hear. "Also, I shouldn't have told you the schedule I 
had in mind. It's been changed. TheSkylark gets her copper first, then theKondal . 
AndDunark doesn't leave until we do. Why, I don't know, anymore thanDunark can 
figure out, with all he got from my mind, why you and I insist on wearing clothes. A 
matter of code."
        "But, just that little extra time wouldn't make any difference, would it?"
        "One chance in a million, maybe, with the bars rolling off the line so fast-no, after 
all this time, half an hour more won't make any difference. I suppose your men are 
loading the platinum,Dunark ."
        "Yes. They're filling Number Three storeroom full."
        "Good work, Seaton," DuQuesne said. "I've often wished there was some way of 
getting platinum out ofjewelry and into laboratories and production, and your scheme 
will do it. I don't think much of your judgment in passing up the chance to make a million 
bucks or so, but I'll be glad to seejewelers drop platinum. I wonder how they'll put it 
across that platinum isn't the thing forjewelry any more?"
        "Oh, they can keep on using it, all they want of it," Seaton said, innocently, "at 
exactly the same price as stainless steel."
        "Who do you think you're kidding?" DuQuesne's reply was not a question, but a 
sneer.
        On the following "morning", immediately after "breakfast", enough bars were 
ready to supply both vessels. TheSkylark wasfueled first, then theKondal . Both ships 
hopped across plain and city and, timed to the split second, landed as one upon the palace 
dock. Both crews disembarked and stood at half-attention, the three Americans dressed in 
their whites, the twentyKondalian high officers wearing their robes of state.
        "This stuff is for the birds." Seaton's lips scarcely moved, only Crane could hear 
him. "We stand here for exactly so many seconds, to give the natives a treat" His eyes 
flicked upward at the aircraft filling the air. "Then we come to full attention as the grand 
moguls and high panjandrums appear, escorting our wives, and the battleships salute, 
and-blast such flummery!"
        "But think of how the girls are enjoying it." Crane said, using Seaton's own 
technique. "And you are going to do it, so why gripe about it?"
        "I'd like to do more than pop off-I'd like to call Dot and tell her to shake a leg-but 
I won't. WithDunark what he is I have to play ball, but I don't have to like it."
         
        Chapter 21
         
        SUDDENLY THE silence was shattered. Bells rang, sirens shrieked, whistles 
screamed, every radio andvisiset and communicator in or near the city ofKondalekbegan 
toclamor . All were giving the same dire warning, the alarm extraordinary of invasion, of 
imminent and catastrophic danger from the air. Seaton leaped toward the nearest elevator, 
but whirled back toward theSkylark even beforeDunark spoke.
        "Don't try it, Dick-you can't possibly make it. Everyone will have time to reach 
the bomb-proofs. They'll be safe-if we can keep theMardonalians from landing."
        "They won't land-except in hell." The three sprang into theSkylark ; Seaton going 
to the board, Crane and DuQuesne to the guns. Crane picked up his microphone.
        "Send in English, and tell the girls not to answer," Seaton directed. "They can 
locate calls to a foot. Just tell 'em we're safe and to sit tight while we wipe out this gang 
of highbinders that's coming."
        DuQuesne was breaking out box after box of belts of ammunition. "What do you 
want first, Seaton? There's not enough of any one load to fight much of a battle."
        "Start with Mark Fives and go up to Tens. That ought to be enough. If not, follow 
up with Fours and so on down."
        "Fives to Tens; Fours and down. Check."
        There was a crescendo whine of enormous propellers, followed by a concussion 
of sound as one wing of the palace disappeared in a cloud of dust and debris.
        The air was full ofMardonalian warships. They were huge vessels, each mounting 
hundreds of guns; and a rain of high-explosive shells was reducing the city to ruins.
        "Hold it!" Seaton's hand, already on the lever, was checked. "Look at theKondal -
something's up!"
        Dunarksat at his board and every man of his crew was at his station; but all were 
writhing in agony, completely unable to control their movements. As Seaton finished 
speaking theKondalians ceased their agonized struggling and hung, unconscious or dead, 
from whatever each was holding.
        "They've got to them some way-let's go!" Seaton yelled.
        The dock beneath them fell apart and all three men thought the end of the world 
had come as a stream of shells struck the Skylark and exploded. But that four-footarmor 
ofarenak was impregnable and Seaton lifted his ship upward, directly into 
theMardonalian fleet. DuQuesne and Crane fired carefully; as rapidly as each could, 
consistent with making every bullet count; and as each bullet struck a warship 
disappeared and there erupted a blast of noise in which the explosions of theMardonalian 
shells, violent as they were, were completely inaudible.
        "You haven't got therepellors on, Dick!" Crane snapped.
        "No,dammit -what a brain!" He snapped them on, then, as the unbearable din 
subsided almost to a murmur, he shouted, "Hey! They must be repelling even most of the 
air!"
        TheSkylark was now being attacked by every ship of theMardonalian fleet, every 
unit having been diverted from its mission of destruction to the task of wiping out this 
appallingly deadly, appallingly invulnerable midget.
        From every point of the compass, from above and below, came torrents of shells. 
Nor were there shells alone. There came also guided missiles-tight-beam-radio-steered 
airplane-torpedoes-carrying warheads of fantastic power. But none of them struckarenak . 
Instead, they all struck an immaterial wall of pure force and exploded a hundred feet off 
target, creating an almost continuous glare of fury and flame.
        And Crane and DuQuesne kept on firing. Half of the invading fleet had been 
destroyed and they were now using Mark Sixes and Mark Sevens-and anything struck by 
a Seven was not merely blown to bits. It wascomminuted -disintegrated-volatilized-
almost dematerialized.
        Suddenly the shelling stopped and the Skylark was enveloped in a blinding glare 
from a thousand projectors; an intense, searching, violet light that would burn flesh and 
sear its way through eyelids and eyeballs into the very brain.
        "Shut your eyes!" Season yelled as he shoved the lever forward. "Turn your 
heads!"  
        Then they were out in space. "That's pretty nearly atomic-bomb flash," DuQuesne 
said, incredulously. "How can they generate that kind of stuff here?"
        "I don't know," Seaton said, "But that isn't the question. What can we do about 
it?"
        The three talked briefly, then put on space-suits, which they smeared liberally 
with thick red paint. Under their helmets they wore extra-heavy welding goggles, so dark 
incolor as to be almost black.
        "This'll stop that kind of monkey business," Seaton exulted, as he again threw 
theSkylark into theMardonalian fleet.
        It took about fifteen seconds for the enemy to get their projectors focused, during 
which time some twenty battleships werevolatilized ; but this time the killing light was 
not alone.
        The men heard, or rather felt, a low, intense vibration, like a silent wave of sound, 
a vibration which smote upon the eardrums as no possible sound could smite, a vibration 
that racked the joints and tortured the nerves as though the whole body were being 
disintegrated. So sudden and terrible was the effect that Seaton uttered an involuntary 
yelp of surprise and pain as he once more fled to the safety of space.
        "What the devil was that?" DuQuesne demanded. "Can they generate andproject 
infra-sound?"
        "Yes." Seaton replied. "They can do a lot of things that we can't."
        "If we had some fur suits . . ." Crane began, then paused. "Put on all the clothes 
we can, and use ear-plugs?"
        "We can do better than that, I think." Seaton studied his board. "I'll short out this 
resistor, so as to put more juice through therepellors . I can get a pretty good vacuum that 
way; certainly good enough to stop any wave propagated through air."
        Back within range of the enemy, DuQuesne, reaching for his gun, leaped away 
from it with a yell. "Beat it!"
        Once more at a safe distance, DuQuesne explained.
        "That gun had voltage, and plenty of it. It's lucky that I'm so used to handling hot 
stuff that I never really make contact with anything at first touch. That's easy, though. 
Thick, dry gloves and rubber shields is all we need. It's a good thing for all of us that you 
have those fancy handles on your levers, Seaton."
        "That must have been how they gotDunark and his crew. But why didn't they get 
you two then? Oh, I see. They had it tuned to iridium. They don't know anything about 
steel-unless they chipped a sample off somewhere-so it took them until now to tune to it."
        "You recognize everything that happens," Crane said. "Can you tell what they're 
going to do next?"
        "Not quite everything. This last one was new-it must be the big new oneDunark 
was worrying about. The others, yes; but thedefenses against them are purelyKondalian  
in technique and material, so we have to roll our own as we go. As to what's coming next 
. . ." He paused in thought, then went on, "I wish I knew. You see, I got too many new 
things at once, so most of them are like dimly-remembered things that flash into real 
knowledge only when they happen. But maybe mentioning something would do the trick. 
Let's see . . . what have they given us so far?"
        "They've given us plenty," DuQuesne said, admiringly. "Light, ultra and visible; 
sound, infra- or sub-sound; and solid jolts of high-tension electricity. They haven't yet 
used X-rays, accelerated particles,Hertzian waves, infra-red heat . . ."
        "That's it-heat!" Seaton exclaimed. "They project a wave that sets up induced 
currents inarenak . They can meltarmor that way-given time enough."
        "Our refrigerators can handle a lot of heat," Crane said.
        "They certainly can . . . the limit being the amount of water on board . . . and 
when we run out of water we can hop over to the ocean and cool the shell off. Are we 
ready?"
        They were, and soon theSkylark was again dealing out death and destruction to 
the enemy vessels, who again turned from the devastation of the helpless city to destroy 
this tiny, but incredibly powerful antagonist. And DuQuesne, considerably the faster of 
the two gunners, was now shooting Mark Tens and in the starkly incomprehensible 
violence of those earthshaking blasts ten or twelve battleships usually went into their 
component atoms instead of only two or three.
        After only a few minutes theSkylark 'sarmor began to heat up and Seaton turned 
the refrigerators, already operating at full rating, up to the absolute top of fifty per cent 
overload. Even that was not enough. Although the interior of the ship stayed comfortably 
cool, thearmor was so thick that it simply could not conduct heat fast enough. The outer 
layers grew hotter and hotter-red, cherry red, white. The ends of the rifle barrels, set flush 
with the surfaces of thearenak globes holding them, began to soften and to melt, so that 
firing became impossible. The copperrepellors began to melt and to drip away in flaming 
droplets, so that exploding shells and missiles came closer and closer.
        "Well, it looks as though they have us stopped for the moment," DuQuesne said 
calmly, with no thought of quitting apparent in either voice or manner. "Let's go dope out 
something else."
        They again went up out of range, but had only started discussing ways and means 
when a call came,uncoded and on the general wave.
        "Karfedix Seaton-Karfedix Seaton-acknowledge, please Karfedix Seaton-Karfed- 
. . . . . ."
        "Seaton acknowledging!"
        "This isKarfedelixDepar , commanding four task-forces. TheKarbixTaman has 
ordered me to report . . ."
        "He has broken radio silence, then?" Seaton demanded.
        "I have." Thekarbix did not go on to explain, either that it was necessary or that it 
was now safe to do so. Seaton knew both of those facts.
        "Good!" and Seaton went on to explain to both commander-in-chief and 
commander the nature and deadliness ofMardonale's new weapon. "KarfedelixDepar, 
continue your report."
        "TheKarbixTaman ordered me to report to you for orders. There is aMardonalian 
fleet approaching from the east. Have I your permission, sir, to attack it?"
        "Can you insulate, against twenty kilovolts, all the iridium your men must touch?"
        "I think so, sir."
        "Thinking so isn't enough. If you can't, land and get insulation before engaging 
with anyMardonalian vessel. Are any more of our task forces en route?"
        "Yes, sir. Four within the quarter-hour, three more in one, two, and three hours 
respectively, sir."
        "Report acknowledged. Stand by." Seaton frowned in thought. He had to appoint 
an admiral; but he certainly did not want to ask, with every livingKondalian listening, 
whether or not thisDepar was a big enough man for the job.
        "KarbixTaman, sir," he said.
        "Tamanacknowledging."
        "Sir, which of your officers now in the air is best fitted to command thedefense 
fleet now assembling?"
        "Sir, theKarfedelixDepar ."
        "Sir, thank you.KarfedelixDepar , I give you authority to handle and 
responsibility for handling correctly the forthcoming engagement. Take command!"
        "Thank you, sir."
        Seaton dropped his microphone. "I've got it doped," he told Crane and DuQuesne. 
"TheSkylark 's faster than any shell ever fired, and has infinitely more mass. She's got 
four feet ofarenak , they have only an inch.Arenak doesn't begin to soften until it's 
radiating high in the ultra-violet. Strap down solid-this is going to be a rough party from 
now on."
        Again theSkylark went down. Instead of standing still, however, she darted 
directly at the nearest warship under twenty notches of power. She crashed straight 
through it without even slowing down. Torn wide open by the forty-foot projectile, its 
engines wrecked and its helicopter-screws and propellers useless, the helpless hulk 
plunged through two miles of air to the ground.
        Darting here and there, the spaceship tore through vessel after vessel of 
theMardonalian fleet. Here indeed was a guided missile: an irresistible projectile housing 
a human brain, the brain of Richard Seaton, keyed up to highest pitch and fighting the 
fight of his life.
        As therepellors dripped off, the silent waves of sound came in stronger and 
stronger. He was battered by the terrific impacts, nauseated and almost blacked out by the 
frightful lurches of his hairpin turns. Nevertheless, with teeth tight-locked and with 
eyesgray and hard as the fracture of high-carbon steel, Richard Seaton fought on. 
Projectile and brain were, and remained, one.
        Although it was impossible for the eye to follow the flight of the spaceship, the 
mechanical sighting devices of theMardonalians kept her in fair focus and the projectors 
continued to hurl into her a considerable fraction of their death-dealing output. Enemy 
guns were still emitting streams of shells; but, unlike the waves, the shells moved so 
slowly compared to their target that very few found their mark. Many of the great vessels 
fell to the ground, riddled by the shells of their sister-ships.
        Seaton glanced at his pyrometer. The needle had stopped climbing, well short of 
the red line marking the fusion-point ofarenak . Even as he looked, it began, very slowly, 
to recede. There weren't enoughMardonalian ships left to maintain such a temperature. 
He felt much better, too; the sub-sound was still pretty bad, but it was bearable.
        In another minute the battle was over; the few remaining battleships were driving 
at top speed for home. But even in flight they continued to destroy; the path of their 
retreat was a swath of destruction. Half-inclined at first to let them escape, Seaton's mind 
was changed as he saw what they were doing to the countryside beneath them. He shot 
after them, and not until the last vessel had been destroyed did he drop theSkylark into the 
area of ruins which had once been the palace grounds, beside theKondal , which was still 
lying as it had fallen.
        After several attempts to steady their whirling senses the three men were able to 
walk. They opened the lock and leaped out, through the still white-hot wall. Seaton's first 
act was to call Dorothy, who told him that the royal party would come up as soon as 
engineers could clear the way. The men then removed their helmets revealing pale and 
drawn faces, and turned to theKondal .
        "There's no way of getting into this thing. . . . Oh, fine! They're coming to!"
        Dunarkopened the lock and stumbled out. "I have to thank you for more than my 
life, this time," he said, his voice shaken as much by emotion as by the shock of his 
experience as he grasped the hands of all three men. "I was conscious most of the time 
and saw most of what happened. You have saved allKondal ."
        "Oh, it's not that had," Seaton said, uncomfortably. "Both nations have been 
invaded before."
        "Yes, but not with anything like this. This would have been final. But I must 
hurry. If you will relinquish command to me, Dick, please, I will restore it to thekarbix . 
TheKondal will of course be his flagship."
        Seaton snapped to attention and saluted. "KofedixDunark, sir, I relinquish to you 
my command."
        "Karfedix Seaton, sir, with thanks for what you have done, I accept your 
command."
        Dunarkhurried away, talking as he went with surviving officers of the 
groundedKondalian warships.
        In a few minutes the emperor and his party rounded a heap of boulders. Dorothy 
and Margaret screamed in unison as they saw the haggard faces of their husbands and 
saw their suits dripping with red. Seaton dodged as Dorothy reached him, and tore off his 
suit.
        "Nothing but red paint," he assured her, as he lifted her off the ground.
        Out of the corner of his eye he saw theKondalians staring in open-mouthed 
amazement at theSkylark . He turned. She was a huge ball of frost and snow!
        As Seaton came back to the girls from shutting off the refrigerators,Roban came 
up and gave the Earthmen thanks in the name of his nation for what they had done.
        "Has it yet occurred to you, KarfedixRoban ," Margaret said, diffidently, "that, 
had it not been for your rigid adherence to your Code, none of us Tellurians would have 
been onOsnome or near it when theMardonalians attacked you?"
        "No, my daughter . . . by no means . . . I still fail to see the connection. Will you 
explain, please?"
        "Dick's idea was to haveDunark take the first eight bars of copper and sail 
forMardonale . Then we would take the next forty bars-which would take about half an 
hour to make-and leave immediately for Earth. Then, whenDunark arrived 
overMardonale he would have been shot down out of control wouldn't he?"
        "Undoubtedly. . . . I understand now, but go ahead."
        "How long did it take theMardonalian fleet to get here, about?"
        "About forty of your hours."
        "Then, assuming thatDunark didn't take any time at all in getting over there, we 
would have been gone about thirty-nine and a half hours when they struck . . . but there 
wasn't that much time! They must have been well on the way while we were getting the 
copper!"
        "Very true, daughter Margaret, but the end result would have been precisely the 
same. You would have been gone at least one hour-which, for us, would have been as bad 
as one thousand."
         
         
        The KarfedixRoban stood facing the party from Earth. Back of him stood his 
family, the officers and nobility, and a multitude of people.
        "Is it permitted,karfedo , that I award your captive some small recognition of the 
service he has done my nation?"Roban asked.
        "It is permitted," Seaton and Crane replied, in unison; whereuponRoban stepped 
forward and, after handing DuQuesne a heavy bag, fastened about his left wrist the 
emblem of the Order ofKondal .
        "I welcome you,Karfedelix DuQuesne, to the highest nobility ofKondal ."
        He then clasped around Crane's wrist a bracelet of ruby-red metal bearing a 
peculiarly wrought, heavily-jeweleddisk, at the sight of which the nobles saluted and 
Seaton barely concealed a start of surprise.
        "Karfedix Crane, I bestow upon you this symbol; which proclaims that, 
throughout allKondalianOsnome , you have authority as my personal representative in all 
things, great and small."
        Approaching Seaton,Roban held up a bracelet of seven disks so that everyone 
could see it. The nobles knelt; the people prostrated themselves.
        "Karfedix Seaton, no language spoken by man possesses words able to express 
our indebtedness to you. In small and partial recognition of that indebtedness I bestow 
upon you these symbols, which declare you to be our overlord, the ultimate authority 
upon allOsnome ."
        Lifting both arms above his head he continued.
        "May the great First Cause smile upon you in all yourendeavors until you solve 
the Prime Mystery; may your descendants soon reach the Ultimate Goal. Good-bye."
        Seaton spoke a few heartfelt words in response and the five Earth-people stepped 
backward toward their ship. As they reached it the standing emperor and the ranks of 
nobles snapped into the double salute-truly a rare gesture.
        "What'll we do now?" Seaton whispered. "I'm fresh out of ideas."
        "Bow, of course," Dorothy said.
        They bowed, deeply and slowly, and entered their vessel; and as theSkylark shot 
into the air the grand fleet ofKondalian warships fired a royal salute.
         
        Chapter 22
         
        DUQUESNE'S first act upon gaining the privacy of his own cabin was to open 
the bag presented to him by the emperor. He expected to find it filled with rare metals, 
with perhaps some jewels, instead of which the only metal present was in a heavily 
insulated tube-a full half pound of metallic radium!
        The least valuable items of his prize were hundred of diamonds, rubies, and 
emeralds of very large size and of flawless perfection. Merely ornamental glass toRoban , 
he had known their Earthly value. To this wealth of known gemsRoban had added a rich 
and varied assortment of the strange jewels peculiar to his own world, thefaidon alone 
being absent from the collection. DuQuesne's calmness almost deserted him as he sorted 
out and listed the contents of the bag.
        The radium alone was worth millions of dollars; and the scientist in him exulted at 
the uses to which it would be put, even while he was also exulting at the price he would 
get for it. He counted the familiar jewels, estimating their value as he did so-a staggering 
total. That left the strange gems, enough to fill the bag half full-shining and glowing and 
scintillating in mufti-coloredsplendor. He sorted them out and counted them, but made no 
effort to appraise them. He knew that he could get any price he pleased to set.
        "Now," he breathed to himself, "I can go my own way!"
        The return voyage through space was uneventful. Several times, as the days wore 
on, theSkylark came within gravity range of gigantic suns; but her pilots had learned the 
most important fundamental safeguard of interstellar navigation. Automatic indicating 
and recordinggoniometers were now on watch continuously, set to give alarm at a 
deviation of two seconds of arc; and their dead reckoning of acceleration and velocity 
was checked, twice each eight-hour shift, by triangulation and the application of 
Schuyler's Method.
        When half the distance had been covered the bar was reversed, the travelers 
holding an impromptu ceremony as theSkylark spun through an angle of one hundred 
eighty degrees.
        A few days later Seaton, who was on watch, thought he recognized Orion. It was 
by no means the constellation he had known, but it seemed to be shifting, ever so slowly, 
toward the old, familiar configuration. It was Orion!
        "C'mere, everybody !" he shouted, and they came.
        "That, my friends, is the most gladsome sight these feeble old eyes have rested on 
for many a long and weary moon. Wassail!"
        They "wassailed" with glee, and from that moment on the pilot was never alone at 
his board. Everyone who could be there was there, looking over his shoulders to watch 
the firmament while it assumed a more and more familiar aspect.
        They identified Sol; and, some time later, they could see Sol's planets.
        Crane put on all the magnification he had, and the girls peered excitedly at the 
familiar outlines of continent and oceans upon the lighted half of the visible disk.
        It was not long until these outlines were plainly visible to the unaided vision, the 
Earth appearing as a softly shining, greenish half-moon, with parts of its surface obscured 
by fleecy wisps of cloud, with its ice-caps making of its poles two brilliant areas of white. 
The wanderers stared at their world with hearts in throats as Crane made certain that they 
would not be going too fast to land.
        The girls went to prepare a meal and DuQuesne sat down beside Seaton.
        "Have you gentlemen decided what you intend to do with me?"
        "No. We haven't discussed it yet, and I can't make up my own mind-except that 
I'd like to have you in a square ring with four-ounce gloves. You've been of altogether too 
much real help on this trip for either of us to enjoy seeing you hanged. At the same time, 
you're altogether too much of a scoundrel for us to let you go free. . . . I, personally, don't 
like anything we can do, or not do, with you. That's the fix I'm in. What would you 
suggest?"
        "Nothing," DuQuesne replied, calmly. "Since I am in no danger whatever of 
either hanging or prison, nothing you can say or do along those lines bothers me at all. 
Hold me or free me, as you please. I will add that, while I have made a fortune on this 
trip and do not have to associate any longer with Steel unless it is to my interest to do so, 
I may find it desirable at some future time to obtain a monopoly of X. If so, you and 
Crane, and possibly a few others, would die. No matter what happens or does not happen, 
however, this whole thing is over, as far as I'm concerned. Done with.Fini ."
        "You kill us? You talk like a man with a paper nose. Peel off, buster, any time 
you like. We can outrun you,outjump you, throw you down, or lick you-hit harder, run 
faster, dive deeper, and come up dryer-for fun, money, chalk, or marbles . . . ."
        A thought struck him and every trace of levity disappeared. Face hard and eyes 
cold, he stared at DuQuesne, who staredunmovedly back at him.
        "But listen, DuQuesne," Seaton said slowly, every word sharp, clear, and glacially 
cold. "That goes for Crane and me, personally. Nobody else. I could be arrested for what 
I think of you as a man; and if anything you ever do touches either Dorothy or Margaret 
in any way I'll kill you like I would a snake-or rather, I'll take you apart like I would any 
other piece of scientific apparatus. And don't think this is a threat. It's a promise. Is that 
clear?"
        "Perfectly. Good night."
        For many hours Earth had been obscured by clouds, so that the pilot had no idea 
of what part of it was beneath them. To orient himself, Seaton dropped downward into 
the twilight zone until he could see the surface, finding that they were almost directly 
over the western end of thePanama Canal. Dropping still lower, to about ten thousand 
feet, he stopped and waited while Crane took bearings and calculated the course 
toWashington.
        DuQuesne had retired, cold and reticent as usual. After making sure that he had 
overlooked nothing, he put on the leather suit he had worn when he left Earth. He 
unlocked a cubby, takingtherefrom aKondalian parachute. Then, making sure every foot 
of the way that he was not observed, he made his way to the airlock and entered it.
        Thus, when theSkylark paused over the Isthmus, he was ready. Smiling 
sardonically, he opened the outer valve and stepped out into ten thousand feet of air. "The 
neutralcolor of his parachute was lost in the twilight a few seconds after he left the vessel.
        The course computed, Seaton set the bar and theSkylark tore through the air. 
When about half the ground had been covered Seaton spoke suddenly.
        "Forgot about DuQuesne, Mart. We'd better lock him in, don't you think? Then 
we'll have to decide whether we want to put him in the jail-house or turn him loose."
        "I'll see to it," Crane said.
        He returned immediately with the news.
        "Hmmm. He must have picked up aKondalian parachute. You can't quite put one 
in your pocket, but pretty near. But I can't say I'm sorry he got away. . . . Anyway, we can 
get him any time we want him, because that compass is still looking right at him."
        "I think he earned his liberty," Dorothy declared.
        "He deserves to be shot," Margaret said, "but I'm glad he's gone. He gives me the 
cold, creeping shivers."
        At the end of the calculated time they saw the lights of a large city beneath them; 
and Crane's fingers tightened upon Seaton's arm as he pointed downward. There were the 
landing-lights of Crane Field-seven searchlights throwing their mighty beams upward 
into the night.
        "Nine weeks, Dick," he said unsteadily, "andShiro would have kept them burning 
for nine years if necessary."
        TheSkylark dropped easily to the ground and the wanderers leaped out, to be 
greeted by the half-hysterical Japanese.Shiro's ready vocabulary of peculiar but sonorous 
words failed him completely and he bent himself double in a bow, his face one beaming 
smile. Crane, with one arm around his wife, seizedShiro's hand and wrung it in silence.
        Seaton swept Dorothy off her feet and their arms tightened around each other.
         
        THE END
         
        An e-Book Transcriber's Afterword
         
        The story behind this story is almost as interesting as the story itself.
         
        Edward Elmer "Doc" Smith had actually written the book in 1917, but had had no 
luck in finding a publisher. The start of Amazing Stories in 1926 finally offered a venue 
for this story. The magazine was immediate success even though the stories were mostly 
reprints by H.G.Wells , Jules Verne, Edgar Allen Poe & lesser authors. Stories which cost 
the publisher very little. Eventually Smith, Philip F. Nowlan and later Edgar Rice 
Burroughs would publish orginal material in it's pages, often with little or no guarantee of 
eventual payment. So Hugo Gernsback "bought" the story from Smith and agreed to 
publish it.
        When the August '28 issue of Amazing Stories hit the newsstands, the cover 
pictured Dick Seaton testing his flying apparatus at the Crane estate. The contents page 
had this to say;
         
        Our Cover this month depicts a scene from the first installment in this issue of the 
story entitled THE SKYLARK OF SPACE by Edward Elmer Smith and Lee Hawkins 
Garby, in which the scientist, who has discovered a chemical substance for the liberation 
of intra-atomic energy, is making his initial tests, preparatory to his interplanetary flight 
by means of this liberated energy, which makes possible his interstellar space-flyer.
         
        The cover art was drawn by Frank Rudolph Paul and attracted the attention of 
John Flint Dille, head of features for the National Newspaper Syndicate, who was 
looking for an idea for a syndicated comic strip. He flipped through the magazine and 
mistaking the story "Armageddon - 2419 A.D." by Philip Francis Nowlan as the cover 
story (as both stories were internally illustrated by Frank R. Paul), he contacted Nowlan 
for the rights to publish a comic strip featuring his hero, Anthony Rogers. Dille then had 
artist, Richard Calkins draw the strip and thus history was made.
        If not for a case of mistaken identity, the name Dick Seaton might have become as 
famous as the renamed, "Buck"Rogers.
        - BookWurm