Tom Swift and The Visitor from Planet X | Page 4

Victor Appleton
Bud, and Mr. Swift a number of times when their lives were at stake while on
daring voyages beyond the earth. What was their latest intention?
The telephone rang and Sandy went to answer it.
"For Pete's sake, Dad," Tom pleaded, "don't keep us in suspense! Who or what is this
visitor?"
Mr. Swift smiled at the boys' baffled expressions. "The fact is that a message came
through today that--"
He was interrupted by Sandy who had come to the door. "The phone call's for you, Dad.
Long distance from Washington."
Bud groaned as Mr. Swift went off to take the call. "It's a conspiracy," Bud said.
"Everyone's ganging up to keep us from finding out about that mysterious visitor!"
Tom grinned. "We lasted through an earthquake this afternoon, pal," he said consolingly.
"I guess we can last through a phone call."
Inwardly Tom was as impatient as Bud about the exact nature of the message.
Several months ago, the space creatures had sent their first communication in the form of
mathematical symbols carved on a black missile which had landed on the grounds of
Swift Enterprises.
Tom and his father had decoded the symbols and beamed out a reply over a powerful
radio transmitter. Later messages had been picked up by radio telescope and converted to
appear as symbols on the oscilloscope screen.
"Sandy must know what it's all about," Bud broke in. "She's the one who first mentioned
the visitor."
"Of course I know," Sandy said mysteriously. "So does Mother and so does Phyl. But
don't think we're going to give it away!" she added teasingly.

Tom and Bud cajoled the two girls and Mrs. Swift for further information. But Sandy and
Phyl only shook their heads, obviously enjoying the situation.
"At last we're getting back at them for the way they've neglected us!" Phyl said, her
brown eyes sparkling with laughter.
"Come on, Mother!" Tom said. "Be a sport. You tell us!"
But Mrs. Swift too shook her head. "I'm sorry, Tom," she demurred gently, "but I think
the girls are right. I'll say this much, though," she relented, "it will be the biggest
challenge that Tom Swift Jr. and Sr. have ever faced!"
"Whew!" Bud remarked as the two boys glanced at each other. "That must mean it's
plenty big news! It would have to be, skipper, to top all the other jobs you and your dad
have taken on!"
Conquering outer space, probing the ocean's secrets, drilling to the earth's core--these
were only a few of Tom Swift's many exciting exploits.
In his first adventure, Tom, in his Flying Lab, had gone to South America to fend off a
gang of rebels seeking a valuable radioactive ore deposit. In his most recent challenge,
Tom had defied the threats of Oriental killers determined to ferret out the secret of the
Swifts' latest space research.
As the two boys silently recalled the exciting events of the past months, Mr. Swift
returned to the living room.
Tom and Bud leaned forward in their chairs. "Well, boys," Mr. Swift said, "as I started to
tell you, the space receiver picked up a message today from our unknown planetary
friends. The message informed us that they are sending a visitor to earth--a visitor
consisting of _pure energy!_"
"Energy?" Tom was startled. "I don't get it, Dad!"
"Frankly, I don't quite understand it myself," Tom Sr. confessed. "The message didn't
explain how or in what form the energy would arrive. But, at any rate, they want us to
construct some sort of container for it."
The elder scientist paused thoughtfully. "In my opinion, the energy which they speak of
must be a sort of invisible brain. The symbols were rather difficult to decode, but
apparently our job will be to construct a device through which the energy will be able to
receive impressions of what life is like here on earth, and also to communicate its own
responses to us."
Tom sat bolt upright. "Dad, this is terrific news!" he exclaimed. "If we're able to make
this energy or 'brain' communicate, it may be able to tell us what the space people are
like!"

Mr. Swift nodded, his own eyes blazing with as much excitement as Tom's were.
Bud, too, was deeply impressed but could not resist quipping, "What sort of body will
you give it? How about a beautiful, superintelligent space girl for me to date?"
"Nothing doing!" Sandy retorted mischievously. "I insist on a handsome young man
who'd have time to take two nice earth girls out on dates!"
"Ouch!" Bud pretended to wince. "I really left myself wide open for that one!"
Mrs. Swift put in, "Goodness, mightn't it get out of control and be rather overpowering?
Suppose it went berserk!"
"Rather an unpleasant possibility," Mr. Swift agreed, smiling wryly.
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