Without any fuss or hullabaloo, the dozen or so denizens of the globe who had met the partners closed on them. They came on with a rush. Jeter and Eyer stood back to back and slugged. They were young, with youthful joy in battle. They were trained to the minute. As fliers they took pride in their physical condition. They were out-numbered, but it was also a matter of pride with them to demand respect wherever they went.
It was also a matter of pride to down as many of the attackers as possible before they themselves were downed.
It became plain that, though the denizens of the globe were armed with knives, they were not to be used. And it didn"t seem they would be needed. The fighters were all muscular, well-trained fighters. But for the most part they fought in the manner of Chinese ta chaen, or j.a.panese ju-jutsu men. They used holds that were bone-breaking and it taxed the pair to the utmost to keep from being maimed by their killing strength.
The swarthy men were men of courage, no doubt about that. They fought with silent ferocity. They blinked when struck, but came back to take yet other blows with the tenacity of so many bulldogs. There was no gainsaying them, it seemed. They were here for the purpose of subduing their visitors and nothing short of death would stop them.
It wasn"t courtesy, either, that failure to use knives, for Jeter saw murder looking out of more than one pair of eyes as their two pairs of fists landed on brown faces, smashed noses askew, and started eyes to closing.
"Their leader has them under absolute control--and that"s a point for the enemy," Jeter panted to himself, as the strain of battle began to tell on him. "They"ve been instructed, no matter what we do, to bring us to their master or masters alive."
For a moment he toyed with the idea of drawing his weapon and firing pointblank into the enemy. He knew they would be compelled to take lives to escape--and that the lives of all these people were forfeit anyway because of the havoc which had descended upon New York City.
But he didn"t make a move for his weapon. It would be sure death if he did, for the others were armed.
Brown men fell before the smashing of their fists. But the end of the fight was a foregone conclusion. Jeter had a bruised jaw. Eyer"s nose was bleeding and one eye was closed when the reception committee finally came to close quarters, smothered them by sheer weight of numbers, and made them prisoners. Jeter"s right wrist was manacled to Eyer"s left with a pair of ordinary steel handcuffs. Their weapons were taken away from them now.
The leader of the committee, panting, but apparently unconcerned over what had happened, motioned the two men to lead the way. He pointed to the large building in the center of the "floor."
"That way," he said, "and I hope Sitsumi and The Three give us permission to throw you out without parachutes or high alt.i.tude suits."
"Pleasant cuss, aren"t you?" said Eyer. "I don"t think you like us."
The man would have struck Eyer for his grinning levity; but at that moment a door opened in the side of the large building and a man in Oriental robes stood there.
"Bring then here at once, Naka!" he said.
The man called Naka, the leader whom Jeter had first struck, bowed low, with deep respect, to the man in the doorway.
"Yes, O Sitsumi!" he said. As he spoke he sucked in his breath with that snakelike hissing sound which is the acme of politeness, in j.a.pan--"that my humble breath may not blow upon you"--and spread wide his hands.
"They are extremely low persons and dared lay hands upon your emissaries."
Eyer grinned again.
"I think," he called, "there transpired what might be called a general laying on of hands by all hands."
"I deeply deplore your inclination to levity, Tema Eyer," said the man in the doorway. "It is not seemly in one whose intelligence ent.i.tles him to a place in our counsels."
Eyer looked at Jeter. What was the meaning of Sitsumi"s cryptic utterance?
"Bring them in," snapped Sitsumi.
Jeter studied the man with interest. He knew instantly who he was and understood why Sitsumi had refused to answer his radio messages to j.a.pan. He couldn"t very well have done so in the circ.u.mstances. Here, under the broad dome of Sitsumi was probably the greatest scientific brain of the century. Jeter saw cruelty in his eyes too; ruthlessness, and determination.
The prisoners were marched into the room behind Sitsumi, who stepped aside, looking curiously at Jeter and Eyer as they pa.s.sed him. Inside the door, pausing only a moment to glance over the big room"s appointments, Jeter turned on Sitsumi.
"Just what do you intend doing with us, Sitsumi?" he asked. "I suppose it"s useless to ask you, also, what the meaning of all this is?"
"I shall answer both your questions, Jeter," said Sitsumi. "Step this way, please. The Three should hear our conference."
They were conducted into a smaller room. Its floors were covered with skins. There were easy chairs and divans. It might have been their own luxuriously appointed rooms at Mineola. At a long table three men--all Orientals--were deeply immersed in some activity which bent their heads absorbedly over the very center of the table. It might have been a three-sided chess game, by their att.i.tudes.
"Gentlemen!" said Sitsumi.
The three men turned.
"My colleagues, w.a.n.g Li, Liao Wu and Yung Chan," Sitsumi introduced them. "Without them our great work would have been impossible."
Here were the three missing Chinese scientists. Jeter and Eyer had seen many pictures of them. Jeter wondered whether their adherence to Sitsumi were voluntary or forced. But it was voluntary, of course. The three brains of these brilliant men could easily have outwitted Sitsumi had they been unwilling to a.s.sociate themselves with him. The three Orientals bowed.
Jeter and Eyer were bidden to take chairs side by side. The guards drew back a little but never took their eyes off the two. Sitsumi ranged himself beside his colleagues at the table.
"I"ll answer your questions now, gentlemen, in the presence of my colleagues so that you shall know that we are together in what we propose. We wish you to join us. The only alternative is ... well, you recall what happened to your countryman, Kress? The same, or a similar fate, will be yours if you don"t ally yourselves with us."
Jeter and Eyer exchanged glances.
"Just what _are_ you doing?" asked Jeter. "I"ve seen some of the results of your activities, but I can see no reason for them. I would p.r.o.nounce everything you have done so far to be the acts of madmen."
"We are not mad," said Sitsumi. "We are simply a group of people of mixed blood who deplore the barriers of racial prejudice, for one thing.
We are advocates of a deliberately contrived super-race, produced by the amalgamation of the best minds and the best bodies of all races. We ourselves are what the world calls Eurasians. In our youth people patronised us. In Asia we were shunned. We were shunned everywhere by both races from which we trace our ancestry. We are not trying to be avenged upon the world because we have been pariahs. We are not so petty. But by striving until we have become the world"s four greatest scientists we have proved to our own satisfaction that a mixture of blood is a wholesome thing. This expedition of ours, and its effect so far on New York City, is the result of our years of planning."
"I see no need for wholesale murder. Lecture platforms are open to all creeds, all races...."
Something suggestive of a sneer creased Sitsumi"s lips. The Three did not change expression in the least.
"People do not listen to reason. They listen to force. We will use force to make them listen, in the end, to reason--backed in turn by force, if you like. We have settled on New York from which to begin our conquest of the world because it is the world"s largest, richest, most representative city. If we control New York we control the wealth of the North American continent, and therefore the continent itself. Our destruction of buildings in New York City serves a twofold purpose. It prepares the inhabitants to listen to us later because, seeing what we are capable of doing, they will be afraid not to. Our efficiency is further shown in our destruction of the old out-of-date buildings, chosen for destruction simply because they are obsolete. The New York City of our schemes will be a magic city...."
"But what is your purpose, in a few words?" insisted Jeter.
"The foundation of a world government; the destruction of the mentally deficient; the scientific production of a mixed race of intellectuals, comparable to, but greater than, that of ancient Greece, which was great because it was a human melting pot."
"How are you going to do it--after you"ve finished your grandstand plays?" said Eyer.
Sitsumi stared at Eyer, his eyes narrowing. Eyer was making his dislike entirely too plain. Jeter nudged him, but the question had been asked.
"With this s.p.a.ce ship--and others which are building," replied Sitsumi.
"Haven"t you guessed at any of our methods?"
"Yes," said Jeter, "I know you are the rumored inventor of a substance which is invisible because light rays are bent around it instead of pa.s.sing through, yet the result is as though they actually pa.s.sed through. I judge that the sh.e.l.l, or skin, of this stratosphere ship is composed of this substance, whose formula of construction is your secret. Light rays pa.s.sing around it would render it invisible, yet would make the beholding eye seem to see in a straight line as usual, disregarding refraction."
Sitsumi nodded. The Three nodded with him, like puppets. But their eyes were glowingly alive.