I hastily copied down the dispatch he handed me, which was almost a duplicate of the first two with the exception of the time and the name.
Three unexplained disappearances in one day was enough to warrant speed; I drew some expense money and was on my way south in a chartered plane within an hour.
On my arrival I went to the a.s.sociated Press office and found a message waiting for me, directing me to call McQuarrie on the telephone at once.
"h.e.l.lo, Bond," came his voice over the wire, "have you just arrived?
Well, forget all about that disappearance case. Prince is on his way to Los Angeles to cover it. You hadn"t been gone an hour before a wire came in from Jim Carpenter. He says, "Send Bond to me at once by fastest conveyance. Chance for a scoop on the biggest story of the century." I don"t know what it"s about, but Jim Carpenter is always front page news.
Get in touch with him at once and stay with him until you have the story. Don"t risk trying to telegraph it when you get it--telephone. Get moving!"
I lost no time in getting Carpenter on the wire.
"h.e.l.lo, First Mortgage," he greeted me. "You made good time getting down here. Where are you?"
"At the A. P. Office."
"Grab a taxi and come out to the laboratory. Bring your grip with you: you may have to stay over night."
"I"ll be right out, Jim. What"s the story?"
His voice suddenly grew grave.
"It"s the biggest thing you ever handled," he replied. "The fate of the whole world may hang on it. I don"t want to talk over the phone; come on out and I"ll give you the whole thing."
An hour later I shook hands with Tim, the guard at the gate of the Carpenter laboratory, and pa.s.sed through the grounds to enter Jim"s private office. He greeted me warmly and for a few minutes we chatted of old times when I worked with him as an a.s.sistant in his atomic disintegration laboratory and of the stirring events we had pa.s.sed through together when we had ventured outside the heaviside layer in his s.p.a.ce ship.
"Those were stirring times," he said, "but I have an idea, First Mortgage, that they were merely a Sunday school picnic compared to what we are about to tackle."
"I guessed that you had something pretty big up your sleeve from your message." I replied. "What"s up now? Are we going to make a trip to the moon and interview the inhabitants?"
"We may interview them without going that far," he said. "Have you seen a morning paper?"
"No."
"Look at this."
He handed me a copy of the _Gazette_. Streamer headlines told of the three disappearances which I had come to Los Angeles to cover, but they had grown to five during the time I had been flying down. I looked at Jim in surprise.
"We got word of that in San Francisco," I told him, "and I came down here to cover the story. When I got here, McQuarrie telephoned me your message and told me to come and see you instead. Has your message anything to do with this?"
"It has everything to do with it, First Mortgage; in fact, it _is_ it.
Have you any preconceived ideas on the disappearance epidemic?"
"None at all."
"All the better--you"ll be able to approach the matter with an unbiased viewpoint. Don"t read that hooey put out by an inspired reporter who blames the laxness of the city government; I"ll give you the facts without embellishment. Nothing beyond the bare fact of the disappearance is known about the first case. Robert Prosser, aged eleven, was sent to the grocery store by his mother about six-thirty last night and failed to return. That"s all we know about it, except that it happened in Eagle Rock. The second case we have a little more data on. William Hill, aged twelve, was playing in Glendale last night with some companions. They were playing "hide and go seek" and William hid. He could not be found by the boy who was searching and has not been found since. His companions became frightened and reported it about eight o"clock. They saw nothing, but mark this! Four of them agree that they heard a sound in the air _like a motor humming_."
"That proves nothing."
"Taken alone it does not, but in view of the third case, it is quite significant. The third case happened about nine-thirty last night. This time the victim was a girl, aged ten. She was returning home from a moving picture with some companions and she disappeared. This time the other children saw her go. They say she was suddenly taken straight up into the air and then disappeared from sight. They, also claim to have heard a sound like a big electric fan in the air at the time, although they could see nothing."
"Had they heard the details of the second disappearance?"
"They had not. I can see what you are thinking; that they were unconsciously influenced by the account given of the other case."
"Consciously or unconsciously."
"I doubt it, for the fourth case was almost a duplicate of the third.
The fourth and fifth cases happened this morning. In the fourth case the child, for it was a nine year old girl this time, was lifted into the air in broad daylight and disappeared. This disappearance was witnessed, not only by children, but also by two adults, and their testimony agrees completely with that of the children. The fifth case is similar to the first: a ten year old boy disappeared without trace. The whole city is in a reign of terror."
The telephone at Carpenter"s elbow rang and he answered it. A short conversation took place and he turned to me with a grim face as he hung up the receiver.
"Another case has just been reported to police headquarters from Beverly Hills," he said. "Again the child was seen to be lifted into the air by some invisible means and disappeared. The sound of a motor was plainly heard by five witnesses, who all agree that it was just, above their heads, but that nothing could be seen."
"Was it in broad daylight?"
"Less than an hour ago."
"But, Jim, that"s impossible!"
"Why is it impossible?"
"It would imply the invisibility of a tangible substance; of a solid."
"What of it?"
"Why, there isn"t any such substance. Nothing of the sort exists."
Carpenter pointed to one of the windows of his laboratory.
"Does that window frame contain gla.s.s or not?" he asked.
I strained my eyes. Certainly nothing was visible.
"Yes," I said at a venture.
He rose and thrust his hand through the s.p.a.ce where the gla.s.s should have been.
"Has this frame gla.s.s in it?" he asked, pointing to another.
"No."
He struck the gla.s.s with his knuckle.
"I"ll give up," I replied. "I am used to thinking of gla.s.s as being transparent but not invisible; yet I can see that under certain light conditions it may be invisible. Granted that such is the case, do you believe that living organisms can be invisible?"
"Under the right conditions, yes. Has any observer been able to see any of the purple amoeba which we know are so numerous on the outer side of the heaviside layer?"