The landing had been cruel misfortune. The brakes were not strong enough to take the strain put on them. Worried because Rick had not signaled for a second time, Jerry had brought the rocket in faster than planned.
Pegasus had buried its nose in the foothills.
Rick had suffered an amazing variety of bruises, coupled with internal damages, three broken ribs, and a dislocated right shoulder. On his right arm he had a permanent scar as a memento of the landing. A metal projection had given him a bad wound and cut an artery. He had lost considerable blood by the time the first-aid team was able to get him out and apply a tourniquet. He had also suffered concussion.
John Gordon described what had happened in the blockhouse.
"I just yelled your first message out loud. Jerry was staring at the radar screen at the time. He reached over and switched the equipment back on, then took control. At first we didn"t know who was in the rocket. Then we took a quick nose count. You and two or three others were missing, but none of you had definite a.s.signments, anyway. I was pretty sure it was you, knowing your ability for getting into trouble, but it wasn"t until we got the message about the Earthman with your initials that we were really sure."
"When did you find out Frank Miller was the Earthman?" Rick asked.
"Then and there. He let out a sort of funny cry, grabbed his stomach, and fainted dead away. We brought him to, and he started crying that he hadn"t meant to hurt anyone.
"Dr. Bond asked him bluntly if he was the Earthman, and he was so shaken I guess he didn"t even think of trying to get out of it. He just nodded.
Gee-Gee Gould had him by the throat in a minute, and I think he would have strangled him. But we got him off Miller and persuaded him to let the law take its course.
"After Dr. Bond and Miller finished putting the monk in place and started down, Miller said he had left his tool kit, and went back to get it. He must have changed the circuit then. I suppose in his excitement and fear of discovery he forgot the door. Later, he must have remembered and went back to close it, not knowing you were inside. Dr. Bond blames himself because he didn"t stay with Miller."
Rick shook his head. "I can"t understand it. Why would Miller do such a thing?"
"Obviously, he isn"t a normal human being, in our sense of the word."
"You mean he"s insane?" Scotty asked.
"No. Not insane. He"s what some people call a psychopath. He is not morally responsible. In other words, he can"t distinguish right from wrong, as most people understand the terms."
"That explains why he was able to do those things," Rick agreed. "But it doesn"t explain why he became the Earthman and sabotaged rockets."
"We have a good explanation of that," John Gordon said. "It goes back to some time ago when selection of personnel for the projects began. Both Frank Miller and d.i.c.k Earle were professionally qualified to be electronics chief of Pegasus. But of course professional qualifications aren"t everything. Miller was not well liked. Earle was given the a.s.signment because it was thought he could do a better job of getting along with the staff."
"And Miller resented it," Rick said.
"Yes. That was natural enough. But because of his warped personality, he went from a natural reaction to a psychopathic one. He decided to take revenge. We don"t know why he decided to call himself the Earthman, except that he apparently saw himself as a shining knight in armor, setting to rights the earth"s wrongs--of course he meant the wrongs supposedly done to him. Being a design engineer he was naturally something of an artist, although his record didn"t show any special talent."
"But," Scotty objected, "if he doesn"t know right from wrong, why should he break up when he found Rick was in the rocket?"
Gordon shrugged. "Again, we can"t be sure. My own opinion is that he had a shock reaction. The reaction was partly physical, and he was in poor physical condition. For another thing, Rick spoiled his beautiful design for destruction."
"Where is he now?" Rick asked.
"In custody at Nellis Air Force Base, awaiting trial."
There was still much Rick wanted to know, but his conversation with Scotty and John Gordon was interrupted. Gee-Gee Gould, d.i.c.k Earle, Dr.
Bond, and others from the project stopped by. Gee-Gee brought him a medal, which he presented with proper ceremony. The staff had made it from a sc.r.a.p of ribbon and the name plate of Pegasus.
"We salute you, young Brant," Gee-Gee proclaimed. "You will be forever recorded in our annals as the first, involuntary s.p.a.ceman."
"Involuntary is right," Rick said, grinning.
"But, nevertheless, the first. Young Brant, we wish to bestow this small token of our esteem. We regret only that the world can never cheer you with us, on account of this being a cla.s.sified project."
Dr. Bond shook hands with him. "Now that our hearts have come down out of our throats, Rick, we"re pretty proud of you."
d.i.c.k Earle shook hands, too. "You certainly saved the project, Rick, even if by accident. If you hadn"t been locked in, and able to get the control operating, Pegasus would have crashed."
Later, when he had a chance to talk with Scotty alone, Rick asked, "How about Mac and Pancho? Was anything stolen?"
"Mac and Pancho are still at large. Tom Preston hasn"t let them know they"re in any way under suspicion. And, yes, stuff was stolen. This time it was ionization chambers and photon counters."
Scotty had stayed in his position in the maintenance shop, where he could watch the warehouses. Luis Hermosa had also watched, from the firehouse. The janitor, Dusty Rhoads, had wandered casually into a warehouse, pushing his cart. On orders from Preston the clerks were on the job, instead of watching the shoot.
Then, fire had suddenly broken out in a small tool shed across from the warehouse area. Luis had to abandon the watch to go to the fire, and the clerks had all run out at the sound of the sirens. Whereupon, with Scotty watching, Dusty Rhoads had emerged, pushing his cleanup cart in front of him. He had even stopped to watch the fire being put out.
Scotty followed him, and watched Rhoads unload the stolen instruments from his cart and dump them into the base rubbish pile. The janitor covered them with other, noninflammable junk and went on about his business.
"So you got the stuff back," Rick commented.
"Nope." Scotty shook his head. "It"s still there."
"What?"
"Under day and night guard. From a distance, of course. Rhoads doesn"t know he was seen. Now Tom Preston is waiting for the next step."
"What"s that?"
"Project Cetus shoots in two days."
The light dawned. "And you expect Mac and Pancho will get the stuff!"
"On the nose. Think you"ll be around for it?"
"I wouldn"t miss it," Rick said firmly.
He didn"t miss it, although he was still too weak to be a partic.i.p.ant.
Instead, with arm in sling and ribs still taped, he was allowed to listen to the action in Tom Preston"s office.
It started when Mac and Pancho picked up their radar unit in the maintenance shed. They drove to a dark area behind the shed where Dusty Rhoads was waiting with his cart. The stolen material was quickly transferred, and hidden behind the equipment racks in the truck. Then Mac and Pancho drove off, en route to Careless Mesa.
Dusty Rhoads put his cart away and started back to his barracks.
Security officers fell in step on either side of him. Dusty was finished.
The gate reported by phone when Mac and Pancho went through, then there was a long wait. Tom Preston, John Gordon, and Rick had an early breakfast in the security chief"s office. Just as they finished breakfast, the communications outfit on Preston"s desk buzzed.
"Playboy One to Playboy Base. Come in."
Preston thumbed his microphone. "This is Playboy Base. Go ahead."
"Deadrock here, Tom. They"re coming up the mountain."
"Roger. Keep us advised."