Brigands of the Moon | Page 2

scientific record
of attainment, the government was glad to grant him its writ.
The Grantline Expedition had started six months ago. The Martian government had
acquiesced to our ultimatum, yet brigands have been known to be financed under cover
of a government disavowal. And so our expedition was kept secret.
My words need give no offence to any Martian who comes upon them. I refer to the
history of our Earth only. The Grantline Expedition was on the Moon now. No word had
come from it. One could not flash helios even in code without letting all the universe
know that explorers were on the Moon. And why they were there, anyone could easily
guess.
And now Colonel Halsey was telling us that the news was abroad! Captain Carter eyed us

closely; his flashing eyes under the white bushy brows would pry a secret from anyone.
"You're sure? A girl of Venus, perhaps, with her cursed, seductive lure! A chance word,
with you lads befuddled by alcolite?"
We assured him that we had been careful. By the heavens, I know that I had been. Not a
whisper, even to Snap, of the name Grantline in six months or more.
Captain Carter added abruptly, "We're insulated here, Halsey?"
"Yes. Talk as freely as you like. An eavesdropping ray will never get through to us."
They questioned us. They were satisfied at last that, though the secret had escaped, we
had not given it away. Hearing it discussed, it occurred to me to wonder why Carter was
concerned. I was not aware that he knew of Grantline's venture. I learned now the reason
why the Planetara, upon each of her last voyages, had managed to pass fairly close to the
Moon. It had been arranged with Grantline that if he wanted help or had any important
message, he was to flash it locally to our passing ship. And this Snap knew, and had
never mentioned it, even to me.
Halsey was saying, "Well, apparently we can't blame you: but the secret is out."
Snap and I regarded each other. What could anyone do? What would anyone dare do?
Captain Carter said abruptly, "Look here, lads, this is my chance now to talk plainly to
you. Outside, anywhere outside these walls, an eavesdropping ray may be upon us. You
know that? One may never even dare to whisper since that accursed ray was developed."
Snap opened his mouth to speak but decided against it. My heart was pounding.
Captain Carter went on: "I know I can trust you two more than anyone under me on the
Planetara."
"What do you mean by that?" I demanded. "What--"
He interrupted me. "Just what I said."
Halsey smiled grimly. "What he means, Haljan, is that things are not always what they
seem these days. One cannot always tell a friend from an enemy. The Planetara is a
public vessel. You have--how many is it, Carter?--thirty or forty passengers this trip
tonight?"
"Thirty-eight," said Carter.
"There are thirty-eight people listed for the flight to Ferrok-Shahn tonight," Halsey said
slowly. "And some may not be what they seem." He raised his thin dark hand. "We have
information...." He paused. "I confess, we know almost nothing--hardly more than
enough to alarm us."

Captain Carter interjected, "I want you and Dean to be on your guard. Once on the
Planetara it is difficult for us to talk openly, but be watchful. I will arrange for us to be
doubly armed."
Vague, perturbing words! Halsey said, "They tell me George Prince is listed for the
voyage. I am suggesting, Haljan, that you keep your eye especially on him. Your duties
on the Planetara leave you comparatively free, don't they?"
"Yes," I agreed. With the first and second officers on duty, and the Captain aboard, my
routine was more or less that of an understudy.
I said, "George Prince? Who is he?"
"A mechanical engineer," said Halsey. "An underofficial of the Earth Federated Catalyst
Corporation. But he associates with bad companions--particularly Martians."
I had never heard of this George Prince, though I was familiar with the Federated
Catalyst Corporation, of course. A semigovernment trust, which controlled virtually the
entire Earth supply of radiactum, the catalyst mineral which was revolutionizing industry.
"He was in the Automotive Department," Carter put in. "You've heard of the Federated
Radiactum Motor?"
We had, of course. It was a recent Earth discovery and invention. An engine of a new
type, using radiactum as its fuel.
Snap demanded, "What in the stars has this got to do with Johnny Grantline?"
"Much," said Halsey quietly, "or perhaps nothing. But George Prince some years ago
mixed in rather unethical transactions. We had him in custody once. He is known as
unusually friendly with several Martians in Greater New York of bad reputation."
"Well?"