"What? Preposterous!" Morgan made a heroic effort, but could not quite maintain his poise. "Private papers only, sir!"
"Perhaps. Certain of the Councillors believe, however mistakenly, that there are several things of interest there: such as the record of certain transactions involving one James F. Towne; references to and details concerning dealings-not to say deals-with Mackenzie Power, specifically with Mackenzie Power"s Mr. Clander; and perhaps a juicy bit or two concerning a person known as le Bay and a tekkyl coat. Of interest no end, don"t you think, to the dear people of North America?"
As Samms drove the harpoon in and twisted it, the big man suffered visibly. Nevertheless:
"You refuse to cooperate, eh?" he bl.u.s.tered. "Very well, I will go-but you have not heard the last of me, Samms!"
"No? Probably not. But remember, before you do any more rabble-rousing, that this lock-box thing is merely a sample. We of the Service know a lot of things that we do not mention to anybody-except in self-defense."
"I am holding Fletcher, Mr. Samms. Shall I put him on now?" Norma asked, as the completely deflated Morgan went out.
"Yes, please.... h.e.l.lo, Sid; mighty glad to see you-we were scared for a while. How did you make out, and what was it?"
"Hi, Chief! Mostly hadive. Some heroin, and quite a bit of Martian ladolian. Lousy job, though-three of the gang got away, and took about a quarter of the loot with them. That was what I want to talk to you about in such a hurry-fake meteors; the first I ever saw."
Samms straightened up in his chair.
"Just a second. Norma, put Redmond on here with us.... Listen, Harry. Now, Fletcher, did you see that fake meteor yourself? Touch it?"
"Both. In fact, I"ve still got it. One of the runners, pretending to be a Service man, flashed it on me. It"s really good, too, Chief. Even now, I can"t tell it from my own except that mine is in my pocket. Shall I send it in?"
"By all means; to Dr. H.D. Redmond, Head of Research. Keep on slugging, Sid-goodbye. Now, Harry, what do you think? It could be one of our own, you know."
"Could be, but probably isn"t. We"ll know as soon as we get it in the lab. Chances are, though, that they have caught up with us again. After all, that was to be expected-anything that science can synthesize, science can a.n.a.lyze; and whatever the morals and ethics of the pirates may be, they have got brains."
"And you haven"t been able to devise anything better?"
"Variations only, which wouldn"t take much time to solve. Fundamentally, the present meteor is the best we know."
"Got anybody you would like to put on it, immediately?"
"Of course. One of the new boys will be perfect for the job, I think. Name of Bergenholm. Quite a character. Brilliant, erratic, flashes of sheer genius that he can"t explain, even to us. I"ll put him on it right away."
"Thanks a lot. And now, Norma, please keep everybody off my neck that you can. I want to think."
And think he did; keen eyes clouded, staring unseeingly at the papers littering his desk. Triplanetary needed a symbol-a something-which would identify a Service man anywhere, at any time, under any circ.u.mstances, without doubt or question ... something that could not be counterfeited or imitated, to say nothing of being duplicated ... something that no scientist not of Triplanetary Service could possibly imitate ... better yet, something that no one not of Triplanetary could even wear....
Samms grinned fleetingly at that thought. A tall order one calling for a deus ex machina with a vengeance.... But d.a.m.n it, there ought to be some way to....
"Excuse me, sir." His secretary"s voice, usually so calm and cool, trembled as she broke in on his thinking. "Commissioner Kinnison is calling. Something terrible is going on again, out toward Orion. Here he is," and there appeared upon Samms" screen the face of the Commissioner of Public Safety, the commander-in-chief of Triplanetary"s every armed force; whether of land or of water, of air or of empty s.p.a.ce.
"They"ve come back, Virgil!" The Commissioner rapped out without preliminary or greeting. "Four vessels gone-a freighter and a pa.s.senger liner, with her escort of two heavy cruisers. All in Sector M, Dx about 151. I have ordered all traffic out of s.p.a.ce for the duration of the emergency, and since even our warships seem useless, every ship is making for the nearest dock at maximum. How about that new flyer of yours-got anything that will do us any good?" No one beyond the "Hill"s" shielding screens knew that the Boise had already been launched.
"I don"t know. We don"t even know whether we have a super-ship or not," and Samms described briefly the beginning-and very probably the ending-of the trial flight, concluding: "It looks bad, but if there was any possible way of handling her, Rodebush and Cleveland did it. All our tracers are negative yet, so nothing definite has...."
He broke off as a frantic call came in from the Pittsburgh station for the Commissioner; a call which Samms both heard and saw.
"The city is being attacked!" came the urgent message. "We need all the reenforcements you can send us!" and a picture of the beleaguered city appeared in ghastly detail upon the screens of the observers; a view being recorded from the air. It required only seconds for the commissioner to order every available man and engine of war to the seat of conflict; then, having done everything they could do, Kinnison and Samms stared in helpless, fascinated horror into their plates, watching the scenes of carnage and destruction depicted there.
The Nevian vessel-the sister-ship, the craft which Costigan had seen in mid-s.p.a.ce as it hurtled Earthward in response to Nerado"s summons-hung poised in full visibility high above the metropolis. Scornful of the pitiful weapons wielded by man, she hung there, her sinister beauty of line sharply defined against the cloudless sky. From her shining hull there reached down a tenuous but rigid rod of crimson energy; a rod which slowly swept hither and thither as the Nevians searched out the richest deposits of the precious metal for which they had come so far. Iron, once solid, now a viscous red liquid, was sluggishly flowing in an ever-thickening stream up that intangible crimson duct and into the capacious storage tanks of the Nevian raider; and wherever that flaming beam went there went also ruin, destruction and death. Office buildings, skysc.r.a.pers towering majestically in their architectural symmetry and beauty, collapsed into heaps of debris as their steel skeletons were abstracted. Deep into the ground the beam bored; flood, fire, and explosion following in its wake as the mazes of underground piping disappeared. And the humanity of the buildings died: instantaneously and painlessly, never knowing what struck them, as the life-bearing iron of their bodies went to swell the Nevian stream.
Pittsburgh"s defenses had been feeble indeed. A few antiquated railway rifles had hurled their sh.e.l.ls upward in futile defiance, and had been quietly absorbed. The district planes of Triplanetary, newly armed with iron-driven ultra-beams, had a.s.sembled hurriedly and had attacked the invader in formation, with but little more success. Under the impact of their beams, the stranger"s screens had flared white, then poised ship and flying squadron had alike been lost to view in a murkily opaque shroud of crimson flame. The cloud had soon dissolved, and from the place where the planes had been there floated or crashed down a litter of non-ferrous wreckage. And now the cone of s.p.a.ce-ships from the Buffalo base of Triplanetary was approaching Pittsburgh hurling itself toward the Nevian plunderer and toward known, gruesome, and hopeless defeat.
"Stop them, Rod!" Samms cried. "It"s sheer slaughter! They haven"t got a thing-they aren"t even equipped yet with the iron drive!"
"I know it," the commissioner groaned, "and Admiral Barnes knows it as well as we do, but it can"t be helped-wait a minute! The Washington cone is reporting. They"re as close as the other, and they have the new armament. Philadelphia is close behind, and so is New York. Now perhaps we can do something!"
The Buffalo flotilla slowed and stopped, and in a matter of minutes the detachments from the other bases arrived. The cone was formed and, iron-driven vessels in the van, the old-type craft far in the rear, it bore down upon the Nevian, vomiting from its hollow front a solid cylinder of annihilation. Once more the screens of the Nevian flared into brilliance, once more the red cloud of destruction was flung abroad. But these vessels were not entirely defenseless. Their iron-driven ultra-generators threw out screens of the Nevians" own formulae, screens of prodigious power to which the energies of the amphibians clung and at which they clawed and tore in baffled, wildly coruscant displays of power unthinkable. For minutes the furious conflict raged, while the inconceivable energy being dissipated by those straining screens hurled itself in terribly destructive bolts of lightning upon the city far beneath.
No battle of such incredible violence could long endure. Triplanetary"s ships were already exerting their utmost power, while the Nevians, contemptuous of Solarian science, had not yet uncovered their full strength. Thus the last desperate effort of mankind was proved futile as the invaders forced their beams deeper and deeper into the overloaded defensive screens of the war-vessels; and one by one the supposedly invincible s.p.a.ce-ships of humanity dropped in horribly dismembered ruin upon the ruins of what had once been Pittsburgh.
CHAPTER 15
SPECIMENS
Only too well founded was Costigan"s conviction that the submarine of the deep-sea fishes had not been able to prevail against Nerado"s formidable engines of destruction. For days the Nevian lifeboat with its three Terrestrial pa.s.sengers hurtled through the interstellar void without incident, but finally the operative"s fears were realized-his far flung detector screens reacted; upon his observation plate they could see Nerado"s mammoth s.p.a.ce-ship, in full pursuit of its fleeing lifeboat!
"On your toes, folks-it won"t be long now!" Costigan called, and Bradley and Clio hurried into the tiny control room.
Armor donned and tested, the three Terrestrials stared into the observation plates, watching the rapidly-enlarging picture of the Nevian s.p.a.ce-ship. Nerado had traced them and was following them, and such was the power of the great vessel that the now inconceivable velocity of the lifeboat was the veriest crawl in comparison to that of the pursuing cruiser.
"And we"ve hardly started to cover the distance back to Tellus. Of course you couldn"t get in touch with anybody yet?" Bradley stated, rather than asked.
"I kept trying, of course, until they blanketed my wave, but all negative. Thousands of times too far for my transmitter. Our only hope of reaching anybody was the mighty slim chance that our super-ship might be prowling around out here already, but it isn"t, of course. Here they are!"
Reaching out to the control panel, Costigan viciously shot out against the great vessel wave after wave of lethal vibrations, under whose fiercely clinging impacts the Nevian defensive screens flared white; but, strangely enough, their own screens did not radiate. As if contemptuous of any weapons the lifeboat might wield, the mother ship simply defended herself from the attacking beams, in much the same fashion as a wildcat mother wards off the claws and teeth of her spitting, snarling kitten who is resenting a touch of needed maternal discipline.
"They probably wouldn"t fight us, at that," Clio first understood the situation. "This is their own lifeboat, and they want us alive, you know."
"There"s one more thing we can try-hang on!" Costigan snapped, as he released his screens and threw all his power into one enormous pressor beam.
The three were thrown to the floor and held there by an awful weight as the lifeboat darted away at the stupendous acceleration of the beam"s reaction against the unimaginable ma.s.s of the Nevian sky-rover; but the flight was of short duration. Along that pressor beam there crept a dull red rod of energy, which surrounded the fugitive sh.e.l.l and brought it slowly to a halt. Furiously then Costigan set and reset his controls, launching his every driving force and his every weapon, but no beam could penetrate that red murk, and the lifeboat remained motionless in s.p.a.ce. No, not motionless-the red rod was shortening, drawing the truant craft back toward the launching port from which she had so hopefully emerged a few days before. Back and back it was drawn; Costigan"s utmost efforts futile to affect by a hair"s breadth its line of motion. Through the open port the boat slipped neatly, and as it came to a halt in its original position within the multi-layered skin of the monster, the prisoners heard the heavy doors clang shut behind them, one after another.
And then sheets of blue fire snapped and crackled about the three suits of Triplanetary armor-the two large human figures and the small ones were outlined starkly in blinding blue flame.
"That"s the first thing that has come off according to schedule." Costigan laughed, a short, fierce bark. "That is their paralyzing ray, we"ve got it stopped cold, and we"ve each got enough iron to hold it forever."
"But it looks as though the best we can do is a stalemate," Bradley argued. "Even if they can"t paralyze us, we can"t hurt them, and we are heading back for Nevia."
"I think Nerado will come in for a conference, and we"ll be able to make terms of some kind. He must know what these Lewistons will do, and he knows that we"ll get a chance to use them, some way or other, before he gets to us again," Costigan a.s.serted, confidently-but again he was wrong.
The door opened, and through it there waddled, rolled, or crawled a metal-clad monstrosity-a thing with wheels, legs and writhing tentacles of jointed bronze; a thing possessed of defensive screens sufficiently powerful to absorb the full blast of the Triplanetary projectors without effort. Three brazen tentacles reached out through the ravening beams of the Lewistons, smashed them to bits, and wrapped themselves in unbreakable shackles about the armored forms of the three human beings. Through the door the machine or creature carried its helpless load, and out into and along a main corridor. And soon the three Terrestrials, without arms, without armor, and almost without clothing, were standing in the control room, again facing the calm and unmoved Nerado. To the surprise of the impetuous Costigan, the Nevian commander was entirely without rancor.
"The desire for freedom is perhaps common to all forms of animate life," he commented, through the transformer. "As I told you before, however, you are specimens to be studied by the College of Science, and you shall be so studied in spite of anything you may do. Resign yourselves to that."
"Well, say that we don"t try to make any more trouble; that we cooperate in the examination and give you whatever information we can," Costigan suggested. "Then you will probably be willing to give us a ship and let us go back to our own world?"
"You will not be allowed to cause any more trouble," the amphibian declared, coldly. "Your cooperation will not be required. We will take from you whatever knowledge and information we wish. In all probability you will never be allowed to return to your own system, because as specimens you are too unique to lose. But enough of this idle chatter-take them back to their quarters!"