"Yes, but they don"t want you yet. Come in here."
He waved away the guard and led us through a padded arcade into a low-vaulted audience room, windowless and gloomy. Across it, a doorway panel stood ajar. Grantline peered through it. There was the glow of light from the adjoining room and the distant murmur of many voices.
Grantline closed the door. "Sit down and I"ll tell you...."
"Where are we?" I asked.
"The ninth Conclave Hall."
I knew its location: Lower Manhattan, high under the city roof.
Grantline produced little cigarette cylinders. "Steady your nerves, lads; you"ll need it."
He grinned at us. The hand with which he lighted my cylinder was steady as a tower-base, but he was excited. I could see it by the glint in his eyes, and hear it in his voice.
"What"s going on?" Snap demanded.
"It"s about this invading planet. By the G.o.ds, when you hear what"s really been learned about it!"
"Well, what?" I asked.
He sketched what he had heard this night at the conclave. The mysterious invader was inhabited.
"How do they know that?" Snap put in.
"Wait. I"ll tell you the rest of it. The accursed thing changes its...o...b..t. It banks and turns like a s.p.a.ceship! It stopped out in s.p.a.ce; it"s poised out there now between Mars and Jupiter. A world about a fifth the size of the Moon, and the beings on it can control its movements. They"ve brought it in from interstellar s.p.a.ce, into our solar system. Evidently the point they"ve reached now is far as they want to come. They"ve poised out there, getting ready to attack, not only us, but Mars and Venus simultaneously."
Grantline gazed at us through the smoke of his cigarette. He was much like Snap, small, wiry, brisk of movement and manner, but older. His hair was graying at the temples; his voice carried the authority of one accustomed to commanding men.
"Don"t ask me for the technicalities of how they reached these conclusions. I"m no astronomer. I"m only telling you their conclusions and what their discussions have been here for the past hour."
Heaven knows, we had no inclination to dispute him. What we had seen and heard at the Red Spark tallied with his words.
He went on swiftly, "The attack, of whatever nature it may be, is impending at once. Not next month, or next week, but now. Lord, Gregg, I don"t blame you for staring like that. You don"t know what"s been going on for the past two days on Earth, and Venus and Mars. It"s all been suppressed. Neither did I, until I heard it here tonight. The U.S.W., the Martian Union, the Venus Free State, are all preparing for war. Every government s.p.a.ceship on Earth is being commissioned. We"re not going to sit around and wait for invaders to land; the war won"t be fought on Earth if we can help it."
We stared. Snap asked, "What makes them so sure?"
"That war is coming? Plenty. This new planet has sent out s.p.a.ceships.
The planet itself is hovering sixty million miles away from us, about forty million miles from Mars and close to ninety million from Venus.
Perhaps its leaders think that"s the most strategic spot.
"Then it sent out s.p.a.ceships, three of them. One is hovering close to Venus. Another is near Mars, and the third is some 200,000 miles off Earth. Several of our interplanetary freighters are overdue; it seems now that they must have encountered these invading ships and been destroyed.
"Still more, and worse: these three hovering ships have already landed the enemy on Mars and Venus. The helio-reports mention mysterious encounters in Ferrok-Shahn and Grebhar. For three or four days, Mars has been in a panic of apprehension; Venus almost as bad. And some have landed here. Not many, perhaps; but one has been captured. A thing--G.o.d, it"s almost beyond description."
We could well agree with that, since Snap and I had just seen one.
"They"ve got it here," Grantline was saying. "They"ve tried to make it talk. They can"t but they"re going to try again."
He jumped to his feet and went to the door. "They"re bringing it in."
Upon his face was a look of awed horror.
We stood crowding the small door-oval. It gave onto a darkened balcony of the conclave hall. The girders of the city roof were over us. There were a few official spectators sitting up here in the dark on the balcony, but none noticed us.
The lower floor of the hall was lighted. Around the polished oblong tables perhaps a hundred scientists and high governmental officials of the three worlds were seated. Near the center of the hall was a small dais-platform. On a table there, someone had just placed a circular black box, similar to the one we had seen previously.
The hall was hushed and tense. On the dais stood a group of Earth officials. One of them spoke. "Here it is, gentlemen. And this time, by G.o.d, we"ll make it speak."
Grantline whispered, "That"s the War Secretary from Greater London."
I recognized him: Brayley, Commander in Chief of the land, air, water and s.p.a.ce armies of the United States of the World. He was gigantic in stature, with a great shock of gray-white hair. A commanding figure, if there ever was one.
Beside him, Nippor, the j.a.panese representative in Greater New York, seemed a pigmy. The acoustics of the silent hall carried his soft voice up to us. "I would be afraid of drugs. Will we use force? It is vital."
"Yes, by G.o.d! Anything."
It seemed that everyone in the hall must be shuddering: I could feel it like an aura pounding up at me. Brayley lifted the box-lid, reached in and raised the horrible thing. He held it up, a two-foot ball of palpitating gray-white membrane. Another living brain.
"Now, d.a.m.n you, you"re going to talk to us! Understand that? We"re going to make you talk. Get that box out of the way."
They flung the box to the floor, and Brayley placed the brain on the table.
A glare of light, focussed on it, showed beneath the stretched taut membrane the convolutions of the brain, like tangled purple worms. The blood-vessels seemed distended almost to bursting now. The gruesome face, with popping eyes and that gaping mouth, showed a horrible travesty of terror. From where its ears should have been, a crooked little arm of flabby, gray-white flesh came down, one on each side and braced the table. And I saw now that it had a shriveled body, or at least little legs, bent, almost crushed under by its weight.
"Now, d.a.m.n you," Brayley said, rubbing off his hands on a rough towel, "for the last time: will you talk?"
The goggling eyes held a terrified but baleful gaze upon Brayley"s face. Did it understand? The eyes were fronted our way, and suddenly their glance swung up so that I seemed for an instant to see down into them. And it struck me then: this was a thing of greater intelligence than my own. A humanoid, with brain so developed that through myriad generations the body was shriveled, almost gone. A mind was housed here, an intelligence housed in this monstrous brain.
Were these the beings of the new planet which had come to attack us?
But how could this helpless creature, incapable of almost everything, obviously, save thought, do the work of its world?
Then I recalled again that insulated room of the Red Spark Cafe: the thin, ten-foot hooded shape which was carrying the box. Was that, perhaps, an opposite type of being with the brain submerged, dwarfed, and the body paramount? Were there, on this mysterious planet, two co-existing types, each a specialist, one for the physical work and the other for the mental?
I stood with Snap and Grantline in that dark balcony doorway, gazing down to where the giant brain stood braced upon its shriveled arms and legs, and realized why we of Earth and Venus and Mars are all cast in the same mould we call human. It is a little family of planets, here in our solar system; for countless eons we have been close neighbors.
The same sunlight, the same general conditions of life, the same seed, were strewn here by a wise Creator. A man from the Orient is different from an Anglo-Saxon; a man of Mars differs a little more.
But basically they are the same.
Yet, confronting us now was a new type, from realms of interstellar s.p.a.ce, far beyond our solar system.
"For the last time, will you talk?" snapped Brayley.
There was another interval of silence. The eyes of the brain were very watchful. Its gaze roved the hall as though it were seeking for help.
It shifted its little arms on the table, seemingly exhausted from the physical effort of supporting itself.
Brayley"s voice came again. "Doubtless you can feel pain acutely. We shall see."
With what effort of will to overcome his revulsion we may only guess, he reached forward and pinched the little arm. The result was electrifying. From the upended slit of mouth in that goggling face, came a scream. It pierced the heavy tense silence of the hall, ghastly in its timbre, like nothing any of us had ever heard before. And in it was conveyed agony as though Brayley had not merely pinched that flabby arm, but had thrust a red-hot knife into its vitals.