"I wouldn"t say so, if I had the say." Cleveland, baffled and frustrated, straightened up and shut off his cameras. "We should report back as soon as possible, of course, but there seems to be a lot of wreckage out there yet that we can"t photograph in detail at this distance. A close study of it might help us a lot in understanding what they did and how they did it. I"d say that we should get close-ups of whatever is left, and do it right away, before it gets scattered all over s.p.a.ce; but of course I can"t give you orders."
"You can, though," the captain made surprising answer. "My orders are that you are in command of this vessel."
"In that case we will proceed at full emergency acceleration to investigate the wreckage," Cleveland replied, and the cruiser-sole survivor of Triplanetary"s supposedly invincible force-shot away with every projector delivering its maximum blast.
As the scene of the disaster was approached there was revealed upon the plates a confused ma.s.s of debris; a ma.s.s whose individual units were apparently moving at random, yet which was as a whole still following the orbit of Roger"s planetoid. s.p.a.ce was full of machine parts, structural members, furniture, flotsam of all kinds; and everywhere were the bodies of men. Some were encased in s.p.a.ce-suits, and it was to these that the rescuers turned first-s.p.a.ce-hardened veterans though the men of the Chicago were, they did not care even to look at the others. Strangely enough, however, not one of the floating figures spoke or moved, and s.p.a.ce-line men were hurriedly sent out to investigate.
"All dead." Quickly the dread report came back. "Been dead a long time. The armor is all stripped off the suits, and all the generators and other apparatus are all shot. Something funny about it, too-none of them seem to have been touched, but the machinery of the suits seems to be about half missing."
"I"ve got it all on the reels, sir." Cleveland, his close-up survey of the wreckage finished, turned to the captain. "What they"ve just reported checks up with what I have photographed everywhere. I"ve got an idea of what might have happened, but it"s so new that I"ll have to have some evidence before I"ll believe it myself. You might have them bring in a few of the armored bodies, a couple of those switchboards and panels floating around out there, and half a dozen miscellaneous pieces of junk-the nearest things they get hold of, whatever they happen to be."
"Then back to Tellus at maximum?"
"Right-back to Tellus, as fast as we can possibly get there."
While the Chicago hurtled through s.p.a.ce at full power, Cleveland and the ranking officers of the vessel grouped themselves about the salvaged wreckage. Familiar with s.p.a.ce-wrecks as were they all, none of them had ever seen anything like the material before them. For every part and instrument was weirdly and meaninglessly disintegrated. There were no breaks, no marks of violence, and yet nothing was intact. Bolt-holes stared empty, cores, shielding cases and needles had disappeared, the vital parts of every instrument hung awry, disorganization reigned rampant and supreme.
"I never imagined such a mess," the captain said, after a long and silent study of the objects. "If you have a theory to cover that, Cleveland, I would like to hear it!"
"I want you to notice something first," the expert replied. "But don"t look for what"s there-look for what isn"t there."
"Well, the armor is gone. So are the shielding cases, shafts, spindles, the housings and stems ..." the captain"s voice died away as his eyes raced over the collection. "Why everything that was made of wood, bakelite, copper, aluminum, silver, bronze, or anything but steel hasn"t been touched, and every bit of that is gone. But that doesn"t make sense-what does it mean?"
"I don"t know-yet," Cleveland replied, slowly. "But I"m afraid that there"s more, and worse." He opened a s.p.a.ce-suit reverently, revealing the face; a face calm and peaceful, but utterly, sickeningly white. Still reverently, he made a deep incision in the brawny neck, severing the jugular vein, then went on, soberly:
"You never imagined such a thing as white blood, either, but it all checks up. Someway, somehow, every atom of free or combined iron in this whole volume of s.p.a.ce was made off with."
"Huh? How come? And above all, why?" from the amazed and staring officers.
"You know as much as I do," grimly, ponderingly. "If it were not for the fact that there are solid asteroids of iron out beyond Mars, I would say that somebody wanted iron badly enough to wipe out the fleet and the planetoid to get it. But anyway, whoever they were, they carried enough power so that our armament didn"t bother them at all. They simply took the metal they wanted and went away with it-so fast that I couldn"t trace them with an ultra-beam. There"s only one thing plain; but that"s so plain that it scares me stiff. This whole affair spells intelligence, with a capital "I", and that intelligence is anything but friendly. I want to put Fred Rodebush at work on this just as fast as I can get him."
He stepped over to his ultra-projector and put in a call for Virgil Samms, whose face soon appeared upon his screen.
"We got it all, Virgil," he reported. "It"s something extraordinary-bigger, wider, and deeper than any of us dreamed. It may be urgent, too, so I think I had better shoot the stuff in on an ultra-beam and save some time. Fred has a telemagneto recorder there that he can synchronize with this outfit easily enough. Right?"
"Right. Good work, Lyman-thanks," came back terse approval and appreciation, and soon the steel wires were again flashing from reel to reel. This time, however, their varying magnetic charges were so modulating ultra-waves that every detail of that calamitous battle of the void was being screened and recorded in the innermost private laboratory of the Triplanetary Service.
Eager though he naturally was to join his fellow-scientists, Cleveland was not impatient during the long, but uneventful journey back to Earth. There was much to study, many improvements to be made in his comparatively crude first ultra-camera. Then, too, there were long conferences with Samms, and particularly with Rodebush, the nuclear physicist, who would have to do much of the work involved in solving the riddles of the energies and weapons of the Nevians. Thus it did not seem long before green Terra grew large beneath the flying sphere of the Chicago.
"Going to have to circle it once, aren"t you?" Cleveland asked the chief pilot. He had been watching that officer closely for minutes, admiring the delicacy and precision with which the great vessel was being maneuvered preliminary to entering the Earth"s atmosphere.
"Yes," the pilot replied. "We had to come in in the shortest possible time, and that meant a velocity here that we can"t check without a spiral. However, even at that we saved a lot of time. You can save quite a bit more, though, by having a rocket-plane come out to meet us somewhere around fifteen or twenty thousand kilometers, depending upon where you want to land. With their drives they can match our velocity and still make the drop direct."
"Guess I"ll do that-thanks," and the operative called his chief, only to learn that his suggestion had already been acted upon.
"We beat you to it, Lyman," Samms smiled. "The Silver Sliver is out there now, looping to match your course, acceleraction, and velocity at twenty two thousand kilometers. You"ll be ready to transfer?"
"I"ll be ready," and the Quartermaster"s ex-clerk went to his quarters and packed his dunnage-bag.
In due time the long, slender body of the rocket-plane came into view, creeping "down" upon the s.p.a.ce-ship from "above," and Cleveland bade his friends goodbye. Donning a s.p.a.ce-suit, he stationed himself in the starboard airlock. Its atmosphere was withdrawn, the outer door opened, and he glanced across a bare hundred feet of s.p.a.ce at the rocket-plane which, keel ports fiercely aflame, was braking her terrific speed to match the slower pace of the gigantic sphere of war. Shaped like a toothpick, needle-pointed fore and aft, with ultra-stubby wings and vanes, with flush-set rocket ports everywhere, built of a l.u.s.trous, silvery alloy of n.o.ble and almost infusible metals-such was the private speedboat of Triplanetary"s head man. The fastest thing known, whether in planetary air, the stratosphere, or the vacuous depth of interplanetary s.p.a.ce, her first flashing trial spins had won her the nickname of the Silver Sliver. She had had a more formal name, but that t.i.tle had long since been buried in the Departmental files.
Lower and lower dropped the speedboat, her rockets flaming ever brighter, until her slender length lay level with the airlock door. Then her blasting discharges subsided to the power necessary to match exactly the Chicago"s acceleration.
"Ready to cut, Chicago! Give me a three-second call!" snapped from the pilot room of the Sliver.
"Ready to cut!" the pilot of the Chicago replied. "Seconds! Three! Two! One! CUT!"
At the last word the power of both vessels was instantly cut off and everything in them became weightless. In the tiny airlock of the slender plane crouched a s.p.a.ce-line man with coiled cable in readiness, but he was not needed. As the flaring exhausts ceased Cleveland swung out his heavy bag and stepped lightly off into s.p.a.ce, and in a right line he floated directly into the open port of the rocket-plane. The door clanged shut behind him and in a matter of moments he stood in the control room of the racer, divested of his armor and shaking hands with his friend and co-laborer, Frederick Rodebush.
"Well, Fritz, what do you know?" Cleveland asked, as soon as greetings had been exchanged. "How do the various reports dovetail together? I know that you couldn"t tell me anything on the wave, but there"s no danger of eavesdroppers here."
"You can"t tell," Rodebush soberly replied. "We"re just beginning to wake up to the fact that there are a lot of things we don"t know anything about. Better wait until we"re back at the Hill. We have a full set of ultra screens around there now. There"s a couple of other good reasons, too-it would be better for both of us to go over the whole thing with Virgil, from the ground up; and we can"t do any more talking, anyway. Our orders are to get back there at maximum, and you know what that means aboard the Sliver. Strap yourself solid in that shock-absorber there, and here"s a pair of ear-plugs."
"When the Sliver really cuts loose it means a rough party, all right," Cleveland a.s.sented, snapping about his body the heavy spring-straps of his deeply cushioned seat, "but I"m just as anxious to get back to the Hill as anybody can be to get me there. All set."
Rodebush waved his hand at the pilot and the purring whisper of the exhausts changed instantly to a deafening, continuous explosion. The men were pressed deeply into their shock-absorbing chairs as the Silver Sliver spun around her longitudinal axis and darted away from the Chicago with such a tremendous acceleration that the spherical warship seemed to be standing still in s.p.a.ce. In due time the calculated midpoint was reached, the slim s.p.a.ce-plane rolled over again, and, mad acceleration now reversed, rushed on toward the Earth, but with constantly diminishing speed. Finally a measurable atmospheric pressure was encountered, the needle prow dipped downward, and the Silver Sliver shot forward upon her tiny wings and vanes, nose-rockets now drumming in staccato thunder. Her metal grew hot; dull red, bright red, yellow, blinding white; but it neither melted nor burned. The pilot"s calculations had been sound, and though the limiting point of safety of temperature was reached and steadily held, it was not exceeded. As the density of the air increased so decreased the velocity of the man-made meteorite. So it was that a dazzling lance of fire sped high over Seattle, lower over Spokane, and hurled itself eastward, a furiously flaming arrow; slanting downward in a long, screaming dive toward the heart of the Rockies. As the now rapidly cooling greyhound of the skies pa.s.sed over the western ranges of the Bitter Roots it became apparent that her goal was a vast, flat-topped, conical mountain, shrouded in violet light; a mountain whose height awed even its stupendous neighbors.
While not artificial, the Hill had been altered markedly by the engineers who had built into it the headquarters of the Triplanetary Service. Its mile-wide top was a jointless expanse of gray armor steel; the steep, smooth surface of the truncated cone was a continuation of the same immensely thick sheet of metal. No known vehicle could climb that smooth, hard, forbidding slope of steel; no known projectile could mar that armor; no known craft could even approach the Hill without detection. Could not approach it at all, in fact, for it was constantly inclosed in a vast hemisphere of lambent violet flame through which neither material substance nor destructive ray could pa.s.s.
As the Silver Sliver, crawling along at a bare five hundred miles an hour, approached that transparent, brilliantly violet wall of destruction, a light of the same color filled her control room and as suddenly went out; flashing on and off again and again.
"Giving us the once-over, eh?" Cleveland asked. "That"s something new, isn"t it?"
"Yes, it"s a high-powered ultra-wave spy," Rodebush returned. "The light is simply a warning, which can be carried if desired. It can also carry voice and vision...."
"Like this," Samms" voice interrupted from a speaker upon the pilot"s panel and his clear-cut face appeared upon the television screen. "I don"t suppose Fred thought to mention it, but this is one of his inventions of the last few days. We are just trying it out on you. It doesn"t mean a thing though, as far as the Sliver is concerned. Come ahead!"
A circular opening appeared on the wall of force, an opening which disappeared as soon as the plane had darted through it; and at the same time her landing-cradle rose into the air through a great trap-door. Slowly and gracefully the s.p.a.ce-plane settled downward into that cushioned embrace. Then cradle and nestled Sliver sank from view and, turning smoothly upon mighty trunnions, the plug of armor drove solidly back into its place in the metal pavement of the mountain"s lofty summit. The cradle-elevator dropped rapidly, coming to rest many levels down in the heart of the Hill, and Cleveland and Rodebush leaped lightly out of their transport, through her still hot outer walls. A door opened before them and they found themselves in a large room of unshadowed daylight illumination; the office of the Chief of the Triplanetary Service. Calmly efficient executives sat at their desks, concentrating upon problems or at ease, according to the demands of the moment; agents, secretaries, and clerks, men and women, went about their wonted tasks; televisotypes and recorders flashed busily but silently-each person and machine an integral part of the Service which for so many years had been carrying an ever-increasing share of the load of governing the three planets.
"Right of way, Norma?" Rodebush paused before the desk of Virgil Samms" private secretary. She pressed a b.u.t.ton and the door behind her swung wide.
"You two do not need to be announced," the attractive young woman smiled. "Go right in."
Samms met them at the door eagerly, shaking hands particularly vigorously with Cleveland.
"Congratulations on that camera, Lyman!" he exclaimed. "You did a wonderful piece of work on that. Help yourselves to smokes and sit down-there are a lot of things we want to talk over. Your pictures carried most of the story, but they would have left us pretty much at sea without Costigan"s reports. But as it was, Fred here and his crew worked out most of the answers from the dope the two of you got; and what few they haven"t got yet they soon will have."
"Nothing new on Conway?" Cleveland was almost afraid to ask the question.
"No." A shadow came over Samms" face. "I"m afraid ... but I"m hoping it"s only that those creatures, whatever they are, have taken him so far away he can"t reach us."
"They certainly are so far away that we can"t reach them," Rodebush volunteered. "We can"t even get their ultra-wave interference any more."
"Yes, that"s a hopeful sign," Samms went on. "I hate to think of Conway Costigan checking out. There, fellows, was a real observer. He was the only man I have ever known who combined the two qualities of the perfect witness. He could actually see everything he looked at, and could report it truly, to the last, least detail. Take all this stuff, for instance; especially their ability to transform iron into a fluid allotrope, and in that form to use its atomic-nuclear?-energy as power. Something brand new, and yet he described their converters and projectors so minutely that Fred was able to work out the underlying theory in three days, and to tie it in with our own super-ship. My first thought was that we"d have to rebuild it iron-free, but Fred showed me my error-you found it first yourself, of course."
"It wouldn"t do any good to make the ship non-ferrous unless you could so change our blood chemistry that we could get along without hemoglobin, and that would be quite a feat," Cleveland agreed. "Then, too, our most vital electrical machinery is built around iron cores. We"ll also have to develop a screen for those forces-screens, rather, so powerful that they can"t drive anything through them."
"We"ve been working along those lines ever since you reported," Rodebush said, "and we"re beginning to see light. And in that same connection it"s no wonder that we couldn"t handle our super-ship. We had some good ideas, but they were wrongly applied. However, things look quite promising now. We have the transformation of iron all worked out in theory, and as soon as we get a generator going we can straighten out everything else in short order. And think what that unlimited power means! All the power we want-power enough even to try out such hitherto purely theoretical possibilities as the neutralization of the inertia of matter!"