A Columbus of Space | Page 3

with:
"Well, Edmund, suppose you could 'get at it,' as you say; what would
you do with it?"
Stonewall's eyes gleamed for a moment, and then he replied, with a
curious emphasis:
"I might do what Archimedes dreamed of."
None of us happened to remember what it was that Archimedes had
dreamed, and the subject was dropped.
For a considerable time afterwards we saw nothing of Stonewall. He
did not come to the club, and we were beginning to think of looking
him up, when one evening, quite unexpectedly, he dropped in, wearing
an unusually cheerful expression. We had greatly missed him, and we
now greeted him with effusion. His animation impressed us all, and he
had no sooner shaken hands than he said, with suppressed excitement
in his voice:
"Well, I've 'got at it.'"
"Got at what?" drawled Jack.
"The inter-atomic energy. I've got it under control."
"The deuce you have!" said Jack.
"Yes, I've arrived where a certain professor dreamed of being when he

averred that 'when man knows that every breath of air he draws has
contained within itself force enough to drive the workshops of the
world he will find out some day, somehow, some way of tapping that
energy.' The thing is done, for I've tapped it!"
We stared at one another, not knowing what to say, except Jack, who,
inspired by the spirit of mischief, drawled out:
"Ah, yes, I remember. Well then, Edmund, as I asked you before, what
are you going to do with it?"
There was not really any thought among us of poking fun at Edmund;
we respected and admired him far too much for that; nevertheless,
catching the infection of banter from Jack, we united in demanding, in
a manner which I can now see must have appeared most provoking:
"Why, yes, Edmund, tell us what you are going to do with it."
And then Jack added fuel by mockingly, though with perfectly
good-natured intention, taking Edmund by the hand and swinging him
in front of us with:
"Gentlemen, Archimedes junior."
Stonewall's eyes flashed and his cheek darkened, but for a moment he
said nothing. Presently, with a return of his former affability, he said:
"I wish you would come over to the laboratory and let me show you
what I am going to do."
Of course we instantly assented. Nothing could have pleased us better
than this invitation, for we had long been dying to see the inside of
Edmund's laboratory. We all got our hats and started out with him. We
knew where he lived, occupying a whole house though he was a
bachelor, but none of us had ever seen the inside of it, and our curiosity
was on the qui vive. He led us through a handsome hallway and a rear
apartment directly into the back yard, half of which we were surprised
to find inclosed and roofed over, forming a huge shanty, like a

workshop. Edmund opened the door of the shanty and ushered us in.
A remarkable object at once concentrated our attention. In the center of
the place was the queerest-looking thing that you can well imagine. I
can hardly describe it. It was round and elongated like a boiler, with
bulging ends, and seemed to be made of polished steel. Its total length
was about eighteen feet, and its width ten feet. Edmund approached it
and opened a door in the end, which was wide and high enough for us
to enter without stooping or crowding.
"Step in, gentlemen," he said, and unhesitatingly we obeyed him, all
except Church, who for some unknown reason remained outside, and
when we looked for him had disappeared.
Edmund turned on a bright light, and we found ourselves in an oblong
chamber, beautifully fitted up with polished woodwork, and
leather-cushioned seats running round the sides. Many metallic knobs
and handles shone on the walls.
"Sit down," said Edmund, "and I will tell you what I have got here."
He stepped to the door and called again for Church but there was no
answer. We concluded that, thinking the thing would be too deep to be
interesting, he had gone back to the club. That was not what he had
done, as you will learn later, but he never regretted what he did do.
Getting no response from Church, Edmund finally sat down with us on
one of the leather-covered benches, and began his explanation.
"As I was telling you at the club," he said, "I've solved the mystery of
the atoms. I'm sure you'll excuse me from explaining my method"
(there was a little raillery in his manner), "but at least you can
understand the plain statement that I've got unlimited power at my
command. These knobs and handles that you see are my keys for
turning