"During the Orion shoot. Project Cetus had drawn servos the day before, and they were on the shelves then."
"The stock clerks . . ." Rick began.
"Ran out to see Orion," Colonel Preston finished. "They"ve gone out to see every shoot since the first one. But all of them swear no unauthorized personnel got into the warehouses. Of course they can"t be sure, because none of them kept eyes on the doors."
"Could any of the clerks be in on the thefts?" Scotty asked.
"If so, we have no evidence of it. But we have so little evidence it doesn"t count for much anyway. Of course we have some ideas, and I suppose you do, too."
Rick and Scotty nodded.
Preston continued, "The thing that"s clear to us is that there isn"t just an Earthman. There"s a gang. Someone sabotages the rockets. Someone else steals the stuff from the warehouse. Someone else--and it looks like Mac and Pancho--takes the stuff to Careless Mesa, or Steamboat, or both. And someone else--the gang that captured you--gets it at Steamboat and takes it to Vegas. Then, I suppose, still another man or group gets rid of it through trade channels."
John Gordon had been listening without comment. Now he spoke up. "The pattern seems to indicate sabotage, in order to create a diversion for thieves. I can"t buy it."
The boys and Preston waited for his reason.
"The thefts are peanuts. Oh, not in terms of ordinary thefts. But it doesn"t seem reasonable that anyone, no matter how greedy or crooked, would destroy ten million dollars" worth of rocket to steal goods only a tiny fraction of that in value."
Gordon"s comments were an echo of what Rick had thought when the theft of transistors first came to light. He simply couldn"t believe theft was the only reason. He had also rejected theft as a means of hampering operations. While loss of parts was a nuisance, it wasn"t crippling.
"Then the Earthman--I mean the Earthman who sabotages the rockets--has to be a part of the technical staff," Rick said.
Gordon and Preston nodded. "Because only the project people have ready access to the rockets," Gordon agreed. "Have you found out anything suspicious about any of them, Tom?"
Preston shook his head. "I"ve studied their security background investigations until I"m half blind. There isn"t a thing that has even a remote connection."
Gordon added, "Maybe finding the actual saboteur is the toughest part, but there are some things about the thefts that aren"t clear to me. For instance, how did Deadrock Ogg know the car would be traveling without lights? He told the boys how he planted himself at the Pahrump Valley turnoff because the sedan would have to turn on lights there. How did he know?"
Rick had figured that part out. "At night, car lights can be seen for miles. The last thing in the world the thieves would want would be to attract attention to Steamboat. The only way to be sure would be to travel without lights. Turning them on during the run through the twisting roads into the valley wouldn"t be too much of a risk, because the road can"t be seen for long distances there."
Scotty asked, "But why did the men handle us so gently last night? They didn"t rough us up, especially. And one of them said we could get loose."
"You didn"t see them, did you?" Preston countered. "It was too dark. So there was no danger of your identifying them. Why add murder or mayhem to the list of charges when you gain nothing?"
John Gordon stirred restlessly. "We"d better end this meeting. If the boys are a.s.sociated with us, and especially with you, Tom, it will mean an end to their usefulness."
"You"re right, John." Preston looked at the boys. "The biggest value you have is as free agents. I won"t try to keep you posted on all my activities. And don"t bother trying to contact me, or John, about what you"re doing. It"s too dangerous--unless you turn up a definite lead.
Meanwhile, go on as you have been. I"d say you were doing fine. Just be careful. These men may have been gentle last night when they had nothing to lose, but that doesn"t mean it"s a way of life with them. Now scoot.
And try not to be seen leaving."
The boys shook hands and started out, but Rick paused at the door and said something that had been on his mind since the Orion disaster.
"There"s one thing. Let"s hope that when the Earthman finally trips up, it won"t be in front of everybody, especially after a shoot that he"s just sabotaged. Otherwise, we"ll never get a chance to question him.
He"ll be dead--lynched on the spot by the rocketeers!"
CHAPTER XIII
Fly the Winged Horse!
Rick held a servomotor in place while Phil Sherman, one of the other technicians, bolted it securely.
"There you are," Phil said. "Anything else?"
"That does it. Thanks, Phil. I can wire it up now." Rick got to work, connecting up the newly installed servo. Like other servomotors it was tiny and powerful, translating electronic signals into mechanical actions. This particular one was no larger than a spool of thread, but it would actuate control tabs on the wings of Pegasus. Other motors ranged in size from even smaller to quite large ones about as big as a gallon can. The small ones were terrifically expensive, probably the reason they had been attractive to the Earthman and his gang.
When Rick was finished with the simple connections, he called Dr. Bond.
The elderly scientist checked carefully, then nodded approval.
Phil Sherman stuck his head in the door. "d.i.c.k Earle wants everyone out front. Staff meeting."
Rick and Dr. Bond hurriedly disconnected soldering irons and went out to the main shed.
The Pegasus staff was gathering around Dr. Gordon, who was using a large packing case for a podium. Rick saw the section chiefs conversing in low tones next to Gordon"s perch, and his heart pounded. Had the Earthman appeared again?
Then, as the staff finally collected and Dr. Gordon began, Rick relaxed a little. This wasn"t about the Earthman, apparently.
"We are about to make a major schedule change," Gordon began. "However, until we consult with the Pegasus group, we will not know if the change is feasible.
"The Cetus group has run into a major roadblock. One essential piece of apparatus cannot be delivered on schedule, because of trouble at the factory where it"s being made. In all probability Cetus will be held up about three weeks. Now, as some of you know, the Cetus staff had already begun work at the pad, and in the blockhouse. The question is, does Pegasus wish to take over the Cetus schedule?"
Gordon held up his hand as a murmur swept the Pegasus crew. "This does not mean you must shoot on their firing date. It merely means that you must be out of the way by the time they are ready to move in again. If you can, we will switch the schedule around and put you next. If you can"t, it will only mean that your firing date must be delayed. It"s up to you--specifically, it"s up to your chiefs. However, we wanted you all to know about Cetus just to spike any wild rumors that might get started. The delay is not due to anything but a factory failure to deliver."
Dr. Gordon yielded his improvised speaker"s stand to Dr. Howard Bernais, the project technical director. Dr. Bernais was administrative and technical head of the entire project. Presumably he met with the section chiefs fairly often, but he had an office near John Gordon in the main administrative building and seldom came to the project.
The technical director was a gray-haired, gaunt, bespectacled man who surveyed the staff through thick lenses. His voice filled the great shed, not that he spoke loudly, but because he had that indefinable something known as "command presence." Rick was impressed.
"We sometimes forget, we technical people, that we live in a democracy,"
Dr. Bernais began. "We"re so used to taking orders that when someone offers us a free choice we"re rather surprised. However, when John Gordon spoke to me about a change in schedule, I felt we should talk it over. If you, as the people who will make Pegasus live up to its name, are eager and willing, the change will work. If you have doubts, it may not."
The technical director peered through his thick lenses and located Lars Jannsson. "You have some difficult problems with the third-stage motor, Lars. Can you be ready?"
Jannsson turned to his crew for confirmation, then nodded. "We will be ready whenever you say, Dr. Bernais."
Robert Bialkin, head of the air-frame section, spoke up. "We"re just about done anyway, Doctor. We have a few minor modifications of the airfoils, then we"re finished."
"Good. Where is Cliff Damon?... What shape are you in?"
Before Damon could reply, Prince Machiavelli put in an appearance. The little s.p.a.cemonk had apparently decided it was too lonely in the workshop. Now he jumped from head to head, ignoring the surprised cries of the staff, until he landed on Rick"s shoulder.
Amid the laughter, Cliff Damon said, "Here"s one of our chief instruments to speak for himself. I think he"s ready."
Dr. Bernais peered at the marmoset, then nodded gravely. "Just one suggestion. He will undoubtedly be man- or monk-of-the-week on the cover of a news magazine. Perhaps you should give him a crew haircut, so he"ll look more like one of the staff." He held up his hand and the chuckles subsided. "Then you can be ready, Cliff?... Good. d.i.c.k Earle! It"s now up to you. How say you?"
d.i.c.k hesitated. Rick watched him, anxious to see what his chief would say. He cuddled the s.p.a.cemonk in his arms and stroked the silky head.