"The fact is, Trent, that Mathieson is all wrong. To go even further, most of your American scientists don"t have the haziest idea of exactly what the cosmic rays are. We in Britain have made quite exhaustive studies of the phenomena."
Trent didn"t bother to argue with him. He only nodded his head. It would have been silly, he knew, to contradict Gaddon, to tell him that the English didn"t know a thing more about the cosmic rays than the American scientists, that American science had made, and was continually making, exhaustive research into that scientific field of study on as great if not more so a scale than Britain could possibly achieve. It was only Gaddon"s vanity talking, Trent knew, so he let him put in the barb of ridicule, waiting.
"I was sent over here, as you may know, to aid in the current experiment. To formulate it as a matter of fact. This test is being conducted to determine just what effect cosmic rays will have on a living organism. As I said, Mathieson, and your other scientists are of the opinion that the rays are lethal. That they will destroy life. In effect, that they are death rays.
"But I contend that they are wrong. What would you say if I told you that cosmic rays are the very source of life and energy in the universe?"
Trent whistled judiciously, and noted that Gaddon"s face smiled at the apparent surprise Trent evinced.
"You find that a startling statement?"
Trent nodded. "I"d say that it sounded like the beginning of a very interesting theory."
"And you would be right," Gaddon replied, warming to his subject. "It is my contention that the cosmic rays will prove to be the fountain of youth that men have sought through the ages. That they will react on the glands of a living creature and produce immortality.
"Now take your choice. Whose theory would you rather believe?
Mathieson"s idiotic claims of a death ray, or mine as a source of the utmost benefit to science?"
Trent took a moment before replying. When he did so, he spoke with tact, and also with the feeling that his trip to Fenwick"s office had proven very valuable. For there was a story here. A big story.
"I"d say, doctor, that I"d like to believe your theory was correct. But isn"t it a little premature to be so definite about it?"
Gaddon snorted. "No more premature than Mathieson"s. And I"ll tell you something else, Trent. You may not realize it, but you"re about to take part in what may be the biggest story of the century. And when it breaks, you"ll remember our conversation here. I intend to prove that your American scientists are wrong."
Trent noticed the personal emphasis that Gaddon put in his last statement, but he was drawn away from the conversation as he turned the coupe into the guarded entrance to the proving grounds.
There was a moment of credential flashing to the guards, and a respectful salute to the scientist in the car beside Trent. Then Trent moved his coupe through the entrance and up the cement roadway to the Administration building.
As Gaddon got out of the car he turned to Trent.
"I"ll leave you here. The members of the Press will be conducted to the launching site at dusk. I"ll see you then. In the meantime, don"t forget that you"ve given your word not to release any of the information I"ve given you."
Trent nodded and watched him walk away. He followed the Englishman with his eyes, a frown crossing his face. There was something too c.o.c.ksure about the man. His ridicule of American scientists could be ignored, but the way he spoke about his theory, as if it had already been a proven fact against the ideas of Mathieson....
A faint chill ran up Fred Trent"s back. He couldn"t explain it. But it was there. An ominous note of foreboding.
He shrugged it off and left his car to walk toward the Administration building.
The remaining hours of the afternoon dragged by in a monotony of idle speculation. Trent listened to the gathered newspapermen discussing the coming experiment at dusk, accompanied them as Dr. Mathieson, the head of the project, conducted them on a tour of the project, to the launching site, and then back to the central building.
The launching site itself had been an impressive sight. The huge rockets, much in appearance like the famed V2 of World War II, but on a much larger scale, were cradled in their launching platforms like some huge monsters about to be unleashed into the unsuspecting heavens.
They had listened as Mathieson explained the various number of instruments that were being included in the first rocket, to record its hurtling trip through the atmosphere to the outermost layers of the Earth"s surface.
And they had been told of the other, and to the gathered newspapermen, the most interesting part, the inclusion of a cat in the rocket, in a large oxygen-fed chamber, to study the effects of the cosmic rays on a living creature.
Then back to the central building. Back to wait. And the tension began to mount. For the shadows were lengthening, the sun sinking behind the horizon to the west. The moment was now close at hand.
A stocky figure detached itself from the shadows beside the huge bulk of the laboratory building and slowly edged out into the dusk.
It paused momentarily, to survey the scene. Sharp eyes scanned the looming rockets and their launching platforms, watchful, alert. They finally settled upon the armed guard who walked a measured distance back and forth in front of the rockets. Then the figure moved forward again, cautiously, purposefully.
The distance from the giant rockets shortened gradually, and then the guard, turning to retrace his steps, saw the approaching figure.
There was a snapping sound as a rifle was brought into position, and a rapping command barked out.
"Halt! Who goes there?"
The shadowy figure halted abruptly a short distance away from the guard.
And a voice answered.
"Dr. Blair Gaddon."
The guard"s rifle snapped into present arms and then back to the soldier"s right shoulder.
"Oh, it"s you, sir. Is there anything wrong? The launching is set for fifteen minutes from now, isn"t it?"
Gaddon walked slowly up to the soldier and the guard could then see his face in the thickening shadows.
"That"s right," Gaddon replied. "I"m making a last minute inspection."
The guard nodded. "Dr. Mathieson and the newspapermen will be along any minute, sir?"
Gaddon moved closer to the soldier, and then suddenly his hand came out of his coat pocket and there was a gun in it.
"Drop your rifle, soldier. Quick!"
The guard stared at the scientist in shocked astonishment.
"What is this, sir? A gag?"
Gaddon motioned with his gun.
"It is no gag! Do as I say--or must I shoot?"
There was an ominous note in Gaddon"s voice. And a strained quality to it that told the guard the man meant what he said. Very slowly the soldier removed the rifle from his shoulder and dropped it to the ground.
Gaddon motioned with his gun.
"Now step back! Move!"
The guard moved slowly back a pace, and then the Englishman stepped forward and kicked the rifle away from the man. Then he motioned around the rocket.