"That," said Kendrick, "is a matter of opinion."
Swiftly they bound him, gagged him.
"And now," he added, "we wish you good day--and such fate as you deserve!"
Then, turning to Marjorie:
"Your hand again!"
There was a new tenderness in its soft warmth that thrilled him.
They touched their b.u.t.tons, went invisible.
Silently, then, they stole from the apartment. Swiftly they made their way down to the concourse, raced across the city to the amber court, descended to the trap-door.
It must be nearly twelve, Kendrick knew. He couldn"t look at his watch, for it as well as himself was invisible. Indeed, even as they stood there, poised for the plunge, a faint whistle rose from below.
Marjorie trembled.
"Steady!" he spoke. "Some of them always blow a minute or two before.
Are you ready?"
"Yes!"
"Then press your b.u.t.ton--jump!"
Even as they leapt, the sickening thought came that perhaps the escalator ray was no longer running. But the fear was unwarranted.
They were caught up, whirled gently downward.
Moving along laterally, as they descended, they were able to land without difficulty in the middle of a deserted street near the Consolidated Electric laboratory.
"Thank heaven!" she sighed, as their feet touched solid ground. They pressed off both b.u.t.tons, becoming visible once more.
"Echo!" he agreed. "So let"s--"
But Kendrick never completed that sentence--for now whistles all over the metropolitan area, rising from the generating plants, announced the ominous hour.
It was high noon. The ultimatum had expired.
Lifting tense faces to the disc, they waited. Would that stupendous ray be hurled back upon itself? Or would it sear through their makeshift defense, plunging them and the whole great metropolis into oblivion?
Suddenly, cataclysmically, the answer came.
There burst a withering whirlwind from the disc. It struck that mighty concave cathode of interlaced waves above the city. There followed an instant"s clash of t.i.tanic forces. Then the cathode triumphed, hurled it back.
Rocked by a concussion as of two worlds in impact, blinded by a glare that made the sunlight seem feeble in comparison. Marjorie and Kendrick clung together, while the disc grew into a satellite of calcium fire in the sky.
Presently, as the conflagration waned, they opened their eyes.
Gravely, but with deep thanksgiving, they searched each other"s faces.
In them they read deep understanding, too, and a new hope.
"I think we"d better go and find father," she said at length, quietly.
"I think so too!" he agreed.
As they headed toward the laboratory, a fine, powdery dust, like volcanic ash was falling.
It continued to fall until the city streets were covered to a depth of an inch or more.
Thus pa.s.sed the menace of Vada.
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Dear Editor:
I hope you can see fit to print this letter in the July issue of Astounding Stories. This letter is written in defence of Ray c.u.mmings and in reply to the letter of C.
Harry Jaeger, 2900 Jordan Road, Oakland, California.
Following is an extract of Mr. Jaeger"s letter: "Also I like my authors to make an original contribution to whatever theory of science they develop fictionally. This, Ray c.u.mmings does not do in his very interesting story, "Phantoms of Reality." His beginning is palpably borrowed from Francis Flagg"s story, "The Blue Dimension," which appeared in a Science Fiction magazine in 1927." Another paragraph is devoted to explaining his claim. He claims that c.u.mmings" method of transporting his characters from one dimension or planet to another is practically copied from Flagg"s story. The method, that is, not the narration. I hope to prove that if any borrowing was done, it was done by Flagg. Incidentally, Flagg"s story "The Blue Dimension" was printed in 1928, not 1927, as Mr. Jaeger says.
I have in my possession a story by Ray c.u.mmings named "Into the Fourth Dimension" and published in another magazine during the last month of 1926 and first ones of 1927. And in this story--printed two years before Flagg"s story--c.u.mmings uses almost the same apparatus of pa.s.sing from one dimension to another as is used in "Phantoms of Reality." I will not discuss whether this procedure is to be approved or not.
This letter is not to be construed as an attack on Mr.
Jaeger, or Mr. Flagg, or on either of the two stories under discussion.