Duomart and Calat screamed together. Dasinger drove himself forward off the bench, aiming for the Fleetman"s legs, checked and turned for the gun which Calat, staggering and shrieking, his face distorted with lunatic terror, had flung aside. Dr. Egavine, alert for this contingency, already was stooping for the gun, hand outstretched, when Dasinger lunged against him, bowling him over.
Dasinger came up with the gun, Quist pounding at his shoulders, flung the little man aside, turned back in a frenzy of urgency. Duomart twisted about on the floor near the far end of the compartment, arms covering her face. The noises that bubbled out from behind her arms set Dasinger"s teeth on edge. She rolled over convulsively twice, stopped dangerously close to the edge of the jagged break in the deck, was turning again as Dasinger dropped beside her and caught her.
Immediately there was a heavy, painful blow on his shoulder. He glanced up, saw Quist running toward him, a rusted chunk of metal like the one he had thrown in his raised hand, and Egavine peering at both of them from the other side of the compartment. Dasinger flung a leg across Duomart, pinning her down, pulled out the gun, fired without aiming. Quist reversed his direction almost in mid-stride. Dasinger fired again, saw Egavine dart towards the lock, hesitate there an instant, then disappear down the ramp, Quist sprinting out frantically after him.
A moment later he drove one of the remaining kwil needles through the cloth of Duomart"s uniform, and rammed the plunger down.
The drug hit hard and promptly. Between one instant and the next, the plunging and screaming ended; she drew in a long, shuddering breath, went limp, her eyes closing slowly. Dasinger was lifting her from the floor when the complete silence in the compartment caught his attention. He looked around. Calat was not in sight. And only then did he become aware of a familiar sensation ... a Hovig generator"s pulsing, savage storm of seeming nothingness, nullified by the drug in his blood.
He laid the unconscious girl on the bench, went on to the lock.
Dr. Egavine and Quist had vanished; the thick shrubbery along the lake bank stirred uneasily at twenty different points but he wasn"t looking for the pair. With the Mooncat inaccessible to them, there was only one place they could go. Calat"s body lay doubled up in the rocks below the ramp, almost sixty feet down, where other human bodies had lain six years earlier. Dasinger glanced over at the Fleet scout, went back into the compartment.
He was buckling himself into the third salvage suit when he heard the scout"s lifeboat take off. At a guess Hovig"s little private collection of star hyacinths was taking off with it. Dasinger decided he couldn"t care less.
He snapped on the headpiece, then hesitated at the edge of the deck, looking down. A bubble of foggy white light was rising slowly through the water of the hold, and in a moment the headpiece of one of the other suits broke the oily surface, stayed there, bobbing gently about. Dasinger climbed down, brought Liu Taunus"s body back up to the lock compartment, and recovered the Mooncat"s master key.
He found Graylock floating in his suit against a bulkhead not far from the shattered vault where Hovig"s two remaining generators thundered. Dasinger silenced the machines, fastened them and a small steel case containing nearly a hundred million credits" worth of star hyacinths to the salvage carrier, and towed it all up to the lock compartment.
A very few minutes later, the Mooncat lifted in somewhat jerky, erratic fashion from the planet"s surface. As Dasinger had suspected, he lacked, and by a good deal, Miss Mines"s trained sensitivity with the speedboat"s controls; but he succeeded in wrestling the little ship up to a five-mile alt.i.tude where a subs.p.a.ce dive might be carried out in relative safety.
He was attempting then to get the Mooncat"s nose turned away from the distant volcano ranges towards which she seemed determined to point when the detector needles slapped flat against their pins and the alarm bell sounded. A strange ship stood outlined in the Mooncat"s stern screen.
The image vanished as Dasinger hit the dive b.u.t.ton, simultaneously flattening the speed controls with a slam of his hand. The semisolid subs.p.a.ce turbulence representing the mountain ranges beyond the lake flashed instantly past below him ... within yards, it seemed. Another second put them beyond the planet"s atmosphere. Then the Spy reappeared in subs.p.a.ce, following hard. A hammering series of explosions showed suddenly in the screens, kept up for a few hair-raising moments, began to drop back. Five minutes later, with the distance between them widening rapidly, the Spy gave up the chase, swung around and headed back towards the planet.
Dasinger shakily reduced his ship"s speed to relatively sane level, kept her moving along another twenty minutes, then surfaced into norms.p.a.ce and set a general course for the Hub. He was a very fair yachtsman for a planeteer. But after riding the Mooncat for the short time he"d turned her loose to keep ahead of the Spy through the G2"s stress zone, he didn"t have to be told that in Fleet territory he was outcla.s.sed. He mopped his forehead, climbed gratefully out of the pilot seat and went to the cot he had hauled into the control room, to check on Duomart Mines.
She was still unconscious, of course; the dose he"d given her was enough to knock a kwil-sensitive out for at least a dozen hours. Dasinger looked down at the filth-smudged, pale face, the bruised cheeks and blackened left eye for a few seconds, then opened Dr. Egavine"s medical kit to do what he could about getting Miss Mines patched up again.
Fifteen hours later she was still asleep, though to all outer appearances back in good repair. Dasinger happened to be bemusedly studying her face once more when she opened her eyes and gazed up at him.
"We made it! You ..." She smiled, tried to sit up, looked startled, then indignant. "What"s the idea of tying me down to this thing?"
Dasinger nodded. "I guess you"re all there!" He reached down to unfasten her from the cot. "After what happened, I wasn"t so sure you"d be entirely rational when the kwil wore off and you woke up."
Duomart paled a little. "I hadn"t imagined ..." She shook her blond head. "Well, let"s skip that! I"ll have nightmares for years.... What happened to the others?"
Dasinger told her, concluded, "Egavine may have run into the Spy, but I doubt it. He"ll probably show up in the Hub eventually with the gems he took from Calat, and if he doesn"t get caught peddling them he may wind up with around a million credits ... about the sixth part of what he would have collected if he"d stopped playing crooked and trying to get everything. I doubt the doctor will ever quit kicking himself for that!"
"Your agency gets the whole salvage fee now, eh?"
"Not exactly," Dasinger said. "Considering everything that"s happened, the Kyth Interstellar Detective Agency would have to be extremely ungrateful if it didn"t feel you"d earned the same split we were going to give Dr. Egavine."
Miss Mines gazed at him in startled silence, flushed excitedly. "Think you can talk the Kyth people into that, Dasinger?"
"I imagine so," Dasinger said, "since I own the agency. That should finance your Willata Fleet operation very comfortably and still leave a couple of million credits over for your old age. I doubt we"ll clear anything on Hovig"s generators...."
Miss Mines looked uncomfortable. "Do you have those things aboard?"
"At the moment. Disa.s.sembled of course. Primarily I didn"t want the Fleet gang to get their hands on them. We might lose them in s.p.a.ce somewhere or take them back to the Federation for the scientists to poke over. We"ll discuss that on the way. Now, do you feel perky enough to want a look at the stuff that"s cost around a hundred and fifty lives before it ever hit the Hub"s markets?"
"Couldn"t feel perkier!" She straightened up expectantly. "Let"s see them...."
Dasinger turned away towards the wall where he had put down the little steel case with the loot of the Dosey Asteroids robbery.
Behind him, Duomart screamed.
He spun back to her, his face white. "What"s the matter?"
Duomart was staring wide-eyed past him towards the instrument console, the back of one hand to her mouth. "That ... the thing!"
"Thing?"
"Big ... yellow ... wet ... ugh! It"s ducked behind the console, Dasinger! It"s lurking there!"
"Oh!" Dasinger said, relaxing. He smiled. "That"s all right. Don"t worry about it."
"Don"t worry about ... are you crazy?"
"Not in the least. I thought you were for a second, but it"s very simple. You"ve worked off the kwil and now you"re in the hangover period. You get hallucinations then, just as I usually do. For the next eight or nine hours, you"ll be seeing odd things around from time to time. So what? They"re not real."
"All right, they"re not real, but they seem real enough while they"re around," Duomart said. "I don"t want to see them." She caught her breath and her hand flew up to her mouth again. "Dasinger, please, don"t you have something that will put me back to sleep till I"m past the hangover too?"
Dasinger reflected. "One of Doc Egavine"s hypno sprays will do it. I know enough of the mumbo jumbo to send you to dreamland for another ten hours." He smiled evilly. "Of course, you realize that means you"re putting yourself completely in my power."
Duomart"s eyes narrowed for an instant. She considered him, grinned. "I"ll risk it," she said.
THE END.
THE WINDS OF TIME.
by James H. Schmitz
He contracted for a charter trip--but the man who hired his s.p.a.cer wasn"t quite a man, it turned out--and he wanted more than service!
Gefty Rammer came along the narrow pa.s.sages between the Silver Queen"s control compartment and the staterooms, trying to exchange the haggard look on his face for one of competent self-a.s.surance. There was nothing to gain by letting his two pa.s.sengers suspect that during the past few minutes their pilot, the owner of Rammer s.p.a.celines, had been a bare step away from plain and fancy gibbering.
He opened the door to Mr. Maulbow"s stateroom and went inside. Mr. Maulbow, face very pale, eyes closed, lay on his back on the couch, still unconscious. He"d been knocked out when some unknown forces suddenly started batting the Silver Queen"s turnip-shape around as the Queen had never been batted before in her eighteen years of s.p.a.cefaring. Kerim Ruse, Maulbow"s secretary, knelt beside her employer, checking his pulse. She looked anxiously up at Gefty.
"What did you find out?" she asked in a voice that was not very steady.
Gefty shrugged. "Nothing definite as yet. The ship hasn"t been damaged--she"s a tough tub. That"s one good point. Otherwise ... well, I climbed into a suit and took a look out the escape hatch. And I saw the same thing there that the screens show. Whatever that is."
"You"ve no idea then of what"s happened to us, or where we are?" Miss Ruse persisted. She was a rather small girl with large, beautiful gray eyes and thick blue-black hair. At the moment, she was barefoot and in a sleeping outfit which consisted of something soft wrapped around her top, soft and floppy trousers below. The black hair was tousled and she looked around fifteen. She"d been asleep in her stateroom when something smacked the Queen, and she was sensible enough then not to climb out of the bunk"s safety field until the ship finally stopped shuddering and bucking about. That made her the only one of the three persons aboard who had collected no bruises. She was scared, of course, but taking the situation very well.
Gefty said carefully, "There"re a number of possibilities. It"s obvious that the Queen has been knocked out of norms.p.a.ce, and it may take some time to find out how to get her back there. But the main thing is that the ship"s intact. So far, it doesn"t look too bad."
Miss Ruse seemed somewhat rea.s.sured. Gefty could hardly have said the same for himself. He was a qualified norms.p.a.ce and subs.p.a.ce pilot. He had put in a hitch with the Federation Navy, and for the past eight years he"d been ferrying his own two ships about the Hub and not infrequently beyond the Federation"s s.p.a.ce territories, but he had never heard of a situation like this. What he saw in the viewscreens when the ship steadied enough to let him pick himself off the instrument room floor, and again, a few minutes later and with much more immediacy, from the escape hatch, made no sense--seemed simply to have no meaning. The pressure meters said there was a vacuum outside the Queen"s skin. That vacuum was dark, even pitch-black but here and there came momentary suggestions of vague light and color. Occasional pinp.r.i.c.ks of brightness showed and were gone. And there had been one startling phenomenon like a distant, giant explosion, a sudden pallid glare in the dark, which appeared far ahead of the Queen and, for the instant it remained in sight, seemed to be rushing directly towards them. It had given Gefty the feeling that the ship itself was plowing at high speed through this eerie medium. But he had cut the Queen"s drives to the merest idling pulse as soon as he staggered back to the control console and got his first look at the screens, so it must have been the light that had moved.
But such details were best not discussed with a pa.s.senger. Kerim Ruse would be arriving at enough disquieting speculations on her own; the less he told her, the better. There was the matter of the ship"s location instruments. The only set Gefty had been able to obtain any reading on were the direction indicators. And what they appeared to indicate was that the Silver Queen was turning on a new heading something like twenty times a second.
Gefty asked, "Has Mr. Maulbow shown any signs of waking up?"
Kerim shook her head. "His breathing and pulse seem all right, and that b.u.mp on his head doesn"t look really bad, but he hasn"t moved at all. Can you think of anything else we might do for him, Gefty?"
"Not at the moment," Gefty said. "He hasn"t broken any bones. We"ll see how he feels when he comes out of it." He was wondering about Mr. Maulbow and the fact that this charter had showed some unusual features from the beginning.
Kerim was a friendly sort of girl; they"d got to calling each other by their first names within a day or two after the trip started. But after that, she seemed to be avoiding him; and Gefty guessed that Maulbow had spoken to her, probably to make sure that Kerim didn"t let any of her employer"s secrets slip out.
Maulbow himself was as aloof and taciturn a client as Rammer s.p.a.celines ever had picked up. A lean, blond character of indeterminate age, with pale eyes, hard mouth. Why he had selected a bulky semifreighter like the Queen for a mineralogical survey jaunt to a lifeless little sun system far beyond the outposts of civilization was a point he didn"t discuss. Gefty, needing the charter money, had restrained his curiosity. If Maulbow wanted only a pilot and preferred to do all the rest of the work himself, that was certainly Maulbow"s affair. And if he happened to be up to something illegal--though it was difficult to imagine what--Customs would nail him when they got back to the Hub.
But those facts looked a little different now.
Gefty scratched his chin, inquired, "Do you happen to know where Mr. Maulbow keeps the keys to the storage vault?"
Kerim looked startled. "Why, no! I couldn"t permit you to take the keys anyway while he ... while he"s unconscious! You know that."
Gefty grunted. "Any idea of what he has locked up in the vault?"
"You shouldn"t ask me--" Her eyes widened. "Why, that couldn"t possibly have anything to do with what"s happened!"
He might, Gefty thought, have rea.s.sured her a little too much. He said, "I wouldn"t know. But I don"t want to just sit here and wonder about it until Maulbow wakes up. Until we"re back in norms.p.a.ce, we"d better not miss any bets. Because one thing"s sure--if this has happened to anybody else, they didn"t turn up again to report it. You see?"
Kerim apparently did. She went pale, then said hesitantly, "Well ... the sealed cases Mr. Maulbow brought out from the Hub with him had some very expensive instruments in them. That"s all I know. He"s always trusted me not to pry into his business any more than my secretarial duties required, and of course I haven"t."
"You don"t know then what it was he brought up from that moon a few hours ago--those two big cases he stowed away in the vault?"
"No, I don"t, Gefty. You see, he hasn"t told me what the purpose of this trip is. I only know that it"s a matter of great importance to him." Kerim paused, added, "From the careful manner Mr. Maulbow handled the cases with the cranes, I had the impression that whatever was inside them must be quite heavy."
"I noticed that," Gefty said. It wasn"t much help. "Well, I"ll tell you something now," he went on. "I let your boss keep both sets of keys to the storage vault because he insisted on it when he signed the charter. What I didn"t tell him was that I could make up a duplicate set any time in around half an hour."
"Oh! Have you--?"
"Not yet. But I intend to take a look at what Mr. Maulbow"s got in that vault now, with or without his consent. You"d better run along and get dressed while I take him up to the instrument room."
"Why move him?" Kerim asked.
"The instrument room"s got an overall safety field. I"ve turned it on now, and if something starts banging us around again, the room will be the safest place on the ship. I"ll bring his personal luggage up too, and you can start looking through it for the keys. You may find them before I get a new set made. Or he may wake up and tell us where they are."
Kerim Ruse gave her employer a dubious glance, then nodded, said, "I imagine you"re right, Gefty," and pattered hurriedly out of the stateroom. A few minutes later, she arrived, fully dressed, in the instrument room. Gefty looked around from the table-shelf where he had laid out his tools, and said, "He hasn"t stirred. His suitcases are over there. I"ve unlocked them."
Kerim gazed at what showed in the screens about the control console and shivered slightly. She said, "I was thinking, Gefty ... isn"t there something they call s.p.a.ce Three?"
[Ill.u.s.tration]
"Sure. Pseudos.p.a.ce. But that isn"t where we are. There"re some special-built Navy tubs that can operate in that stuff if they don"t stay too long. A ship like the Queen ... well, you and I and everything else in here would be frozen solid by now if we"d got sucked somehow into s.p.a.ce Three."
"I see," Kerim said uncomfortably. Gefty heard her move over to the suitcases. After a moment, she asked, "What do the vault keys look like?"
"You can"t miss them if he"s just thrown them in there. They"re over six inches long. What kind of a guy is this Maulbow? A scientist?"
"I couldn"t say, Gefty. He"s never referred to himself as a scientist. I"ve had this job a year and a half. Mr. Maulbow is a very considerate employer ... one of the nicest men I"ve known, really. But it was simply understood that I should ask no questions about the business beyond what I actually needed to know for my work."
"What"s the business called?"
"Maulbow Engineering."
"Big help," Gefty observed, somewhat sourly. "Those instruments he brought along ... he build those himself?"
"No, but I think he designed some of them--probably most of them. The companies he had doing the actual work appeared to have a terrible time getting everything exactly the way Mr. Maulbow wanted it--There"s nothing that looks like a set of keys in those first two suitcases, Gefty."
"Well," Gefty said, "if you don"t find them in the others, you might start thumping around to see if he"s got secret compartments in his luggage somewhere."
"I do wish," Kerim Ruse said uneasily, "that Mr. Maulbow would regain consciousness. It seems so ... so underhanded to be doing these things behind his back!"
Gefty grunted noncommittally. He wasn"t at all certain by now that he wanted his secretive client to wake up before he"d checked on the contents of the Queen"s storage vault.
Fifteen minutes later, Gefty Rammer was climbing down to the storage deck in the Queen"s broad stern, the newly fashioned set of vault keys clanking heavily in his coat pocket. Kerim had remained with her employer who was getting back his color but still hadn"t opened his eyes. She hadn"t found the original keys. Gefty wasn"t sure she"d tried too hard, though she seemed to realize the seriousness of the situation now. But her loyalty to Mr. Maulbow could make no further difference, and she probably felt more comfortable for it.
Lights went on automatically in the wide pa.s.sage leading from the cargo lock to the vault as Gefty turned into it. His steps echoed between the steel bulkheads on either side. He paused a moment before the big circular vault doors, listening to the purr of the Queen"s idling engines in the next compartment. The familiar sound was somehow rea.s.suring. He inserted the first key, turned it over twice, drew it out again and pressed one of the b.u.t.tons in the control panel beside the door. The heavy slab of steel moved sideways with a soft, hissing sound, vanished into the wall. Gefty slid the other key into the lock of the inner door. A few seconds later, the vault entrance lay open before him.
He stood still again, wrinkling his nose. The area ahead was only dimly illuminated--the shaking-up the Queen had undergone had disturbed the lighting system here. And what was that odor? Rather sharp, unpleasant; it might have been spilled ammonia. Gefty stepped through the door into the wide, short entrance pa.s.sage beyond it, turned to the right and peered about in the semidarkness of the vault.
Two great steel cases--the ones Maulbow had taken down to an airless moon surface, loaded up with something and brought back to the Queen--were jammed awkwardly into a corner, in a manner which suggested they"d slid into it when the ship was being knocked around. One of them was open and appeared to be empty. Gefty wasn"t sure of the other. In the dimness beside them lay the loose coils of some very thick, dark cable--And standing near the center of the floor was a thing that at once riveted his attention on it completely. He sucked his breath in softly, feeling chilled.