enough. They're handy
little outfits, almost impossible to find, and capable of a lot of things."
"Thanks, Conway--I'll remember that, too," Clio replied, as she turned
toward the tiny locker to follow his instructions. "But won't the scouts
and patrols be catching us pretty quick? The operator sent a warning."
"Afraid the ether's empty, as far as we're concerned. They could
neutralize our detector screens, and the scouts' detectors are the same as
ours."
Captain Bradley had stood by in silent astonishment during this
conversation. His eyes had bulged slightly at Costigan's "we're both
wearing 'em," but he had held his peace and as the girl disappeared a
look of dawning comprehension came over his face.
"Oh, I see, sir," he said, respectfully--far more respectfully than he had
ever before addressed a mere first officer. "Meaning that we both will
be wearing them shortly, I assume. 'Service Specials'--but you didn't
specify exactly what Service, did you?"
"Now that you mention it, I don't believe that I did," Costigan grinned.
"That explains several things about you--particularly your recognition
of Vee-Two and your uncanny control and speed of reaction. But aren't
you...."
"No," Costigan interrupted, positively. "This situation is apt to get
altogether too serious to overlook any bets. If we get away, I'll take
them away from her and she'll never know that they aren't routine
equipment in the Triplanetary Service. As for you, I know that you can
and do keep your mouth shut. That's why I'm hanging this junk on
you--I had a lot of stuff in my kit, but I flashed it all with the Standish,
except what I brought in here for us three. Whether you think so or not,
we're in a real jam--our chance of getting away is mightly close to zero.
Now that I've gone this far, I might as well tell you that I don't believe
these birds are pirates at all, in the ordinary sense of the word. And it
may be possible that they're after me, but I don't think so--we've
covered up too...."
He broke off as the girl came back, now to all appearances a small
Triplanetary officer, and the three settled down to a long and eventless
wait. Hour after hour they flew through the ether, but finally there was
a lurching swing and an abrupt increase in their acceleration. After a
short consultation Captain Bradley turned on the visiray set and, with
the beam at its minimum power, peered cautiously downward, in the
direction opposite to that in which he knew the pirate vessel must be.
All three stared into the plate, seeing only an infinity of emptiness,
marked only by the infinitely remote and coldly brilliant stars. While
they stared into space a vast area of the heavens was blotted out and
they saw, faintly illuminated by a peculiar blue luminescence, a vast
ball--a sphere so large and so close that they seemed to be dropping
downward toward it as though it were a world! They came to a
stop--paused, weightless--a vast door slid smoothly aside--they were
drawn upward through an airlock and floated quietly in the air above a
small, but brightly-lighted and orderly city of metallic buildings!
Gently the Hyperion was lowered, to come to rest in the embracing
arms of a regulation landing cradle.
"Well, wherever it is, we're here," remarked Captain Bradley, grimly.
"And now the fireworks start," assented Costigan, with a questioning
glance at the girl.
"Don't mind me," she answered his unspoken question. "I don't believe
in surrendering, either."
"Right," and both men squatted down behind the ether-walls of their
terrific weapons; the girl prone behind them.
They had not long to wait. A group of human beings--men and to all
appearance Americans--appeared unarmed in the little lounge. As soon
as they were well inside the room, Bradley and Costigan released upon
them without compunction the full power of their frightful projectors.
From the reflectors, through the doorway, there tore a concentrated
double beam of pure destruction--but that beam did not reach its goal.
Yards from the men it met a screen of impenetrable density. Instantly
the gunners pressed their triggers and a stream of high-explosive shells
issued from the roaring weapons. But shells, also, were futile. They
struck the shield and vanished--vanished without exploding and
without leaving a trace to show that they had ever existed.
Costigan sprang to his feet, but before he could launch his intended
attack a vast tunnel appeared beside him--an annihilating ray had swept
through the entire width of the liner, cutting instantly a smooth cylinder
of emptiness. Air rushed in to fill the vacuum, and the three visitors felt
themselves seized by invisible forces and drawn into the tunnel.
Through it they floated, up to and over the buildings, finally slanting
downward toward the door
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