"What do you want?" he asked the Jelly.
"Master, I seek entry in answer to the summons," replied the Jelly in a voice that quavered with fright.
"What summons?"
"It was ordered that one of us come above and do a task for the Masters," replied the Jelly. "I am one of those who must work today, and I have come in answer to the summons."
Nuwell looked up and down the corridor. He saw no one.
"What sort of task?" he asked, reluctant to accept the responsibility of admitting the Jelly.
"I don"t know, Master."
"Look," said Nuwell, "I"m not a Master. I don"t know anything about the summons. Someone else will have to let you in."
"If I"m late, they"ll let the Toughs whip me!" wailed the Jelly pathetically. "Please let me in, Master!"
Nuwell, the whip coiled in his hand, impatient to get to Maya"s room, was moved to pity at the creature"s plight. Besides, the Jellies were harmless, and this one certainly wouldn"t be seeking admittance without having been called.
"All right, then," said Nuwell, and flipped the switch.
The bars grated open and the Jelly came into the corridor. But as Nuwell reached out to activate the switch and close the gate, the Jelly, with surprising agility, slipped between him and the switch.
"What in s.p.a.ce?" growled Nuwell. "Get out of the way!"
The Jelly did not move.
"I said get out of the way!" snapped Nuwell, shaking out the whip.
The Jelly cringed and its eyes were terrified, but it still stood against the switch, its huge, translucent body barring Nuwell.
"No, Master," it whimpered. "Don"t shut the gate!"
Viciously, Nuwell slashed the whip across its naked shoulders, and the Jelly squealed with pain. Nuwell raised the whip again.
But then through the open gate there poured a solid ma.s.s of translucent flesh, a horde of naked Jellies. Silently, they tumbled into the corridor, filling it from wall to wall, and others behind them pushed to enter as they paused.
Wide-eyed, Nuwell stared at them for the briefest of moments. Then he dropped the whip and fled back up the hall, shouting at the top of his voice.
The door at the end of the corridor opened as Nuwell neared it, and Placer appeared in it. He held up a restraining hand.
"Don"t make so much noise!" he snapped. "There"s a conference going on in there. What"s the--"
Voiceless now, Nuwell grasped Placer"s arm and pointed, trembling, back down the corridor.
"What in s.p.a.ce?" demanded Placer irritably, peering at the ma.s.s of Jellies pouring out of the gate and beginning to move hesitantly along the corridor in both directions.
"Jellies!" croaked Nuwell. "The Jellies are loose! They"re attacking us!"
"Soft hunks of blubber!" said Placer contemptously. "They can"t hurt anybody. I wonder what idiot left that gate open?"
"I did," admitted Nuwell. "I mean, one of them wanted in and I let him in, and then he backed up against the switch so I couldn"t close it, until the others came in."
"I don"t know what sort of harebrained idea has gotten into their feeble minds," said Placer. "But I can take care of it in short order."
He stepped back into the room, and Nuwell heard him apologizing to the others for the disturbance. Then Placer reappeared, two whips in his hand, and closed the door behind him. He handed one of the whips to Nuwell.
"They"re a lot more tractable than that woman of yours," said Placer.
"Let"s go."
Placer moved down the corridor toward the slowly advancing Jellies, and Nuwell followed reluctantly, at a respectable distance.
"Get back below!" shouted Placer at the Jellies as he neared them. "You know better than to come up here without permission!"
They stopped and milled as he approached them relentlessly, those in front trying to hold back and those behind them pushing them on. Placer moved straight up to them and began slashing right and left with his whip.
There was a sudden surge forward of the Jellies and Placer was engulfed.
He vanished in a ma.s.s of seething, translucent flesh. Nuwell stopped, appalled, and began to edge backward.
There was a flurry of movement in the forefront of the Jellies, and Placer burst out of the group, his hair awry, his clothing torn, his whip gone. He staggered toward Nuwell at a half run.
"Get back to the room!" cried Placer. "I don"t know what"s stirred them up, but they can"t be frightened back with whips!"
The two men ran back down the corridor and burst through the door, startling a conference group of five of the other Masters.
"Heatguns!" snapped Placer. "Something"s stirred the Jellies up, and they"re up here causing trouble! I"ll turn the Toughs loose on them."
While two of the others hurried out another door for weapons and a third bolted the door through which the two men had just come, Placer picked up a microphone and switched on the amplifier system that covered every area of all levels of the Canfell Hydroponic Farm.
Into the microphone, he gave an animal call, a cry that started out on a low crooning note and rose in volume and intensity until it hurt the ears. He repeated this three times. Then he set the microphone down and turned back to his colleagues, an expression of satisfaction on his face.
"That releases the Toughs," he said. "Every Tough in the place is free to maim or kill any Jelly he sees, without fear of restraint or punishment. That should bring them to heel pretty quickly!"
17
Behind the locked door of the conference room, one of the Masters pa.s.sed out heatguns to Nuwell, Placer and the other four.
"If we use these on them at half intensity, I think we can calm them down without killing any of them," said Placer. "We"ll probably have more trouble beating down the Toughs and keeping them from killing all the Jellies than we will subduing the Jellies in the first place."
"I hope we warned the three at the other end of the hall in time," said one of the others. "There hasn"t been any word from them."
Placer flicked a switch on the intercom system.
"Touchstone, are you men safe?" he asked.