Part 11 (1/2)

”There might be a way of sighting them,” Drac put in.

”I'll try the Zed-ray,” I suggested. ”Drac and I have it corrected.

But I doubt if it would penetrate the sort of invisibility this enemy would use.”

Grantline nodded. ”Or the Benson curve-light. You think the s.h.i.+p went behind the Moon? Or landed on the Moon?”

”It could have done either. Has Waters still got contact with the Earth? Have they seen it?”

”No.”

I made a sudden decision. It would take us two hours at least to make a careful scanning with the Zed-ray; and to take an elaborate series of spectro-heliographs of the Moon's surface, which might show the enemy vessel if it had landed there, was a laborious process.

After brief thought, I discarded the idea. ”We'll go to the helio room,” I told Grantline. ”I'm going to try the Benson curve-light.”

Grantline and I left the turret, heading along the catwalk under the gla.s.site dome toward the helio cubby where the rotund, middle-aged Waters was in charge. It made my heart sink to think of the helio room. Snap should have been there.

We crossed the transverse catwalk. The superstructure roof was under us. Farther down, the narrow decks showed with Grantline's men grouped at the firing ports, where his weapons were mounted and ready. As I saw those grouped men loitering on the deck, waiting for me to give them a sighting, I prayed I could do so; and yet there was the shuddering fear that the first blast would bring death to Anita.

Waters met us at the door of his cubby. His face was red; he mopped the perspiration from his bald head. ”I'm so glad you came! Will you want the Benson-light? I say, I've lost connection with the Earth. I had the Was.h.i.+ngton transmitter. Five minutes ago they sent me a flash of the Mars and Venus news. They both sent s.h.i.+ps, out.”

He gasped for breath, then added in a rush: ”Both the Mars and Venus s.h.i.+ps were destroyed and the enemy escaped!”

Grantline and I gasped with horror.

”Destroyed?” I said. ”How?”

Waters did not know. The news came; then, immediately after, the Was.h.i.+ngton transmitter changed its wavelength and he lost connection.

”But why, in heaven's name, man, didn't you ring and tell us?”

Grantline demanded. ”Destroyed--only that! Just destroyed.”

”I was afraid to leave my instruments,” Waters said. ”How could I tell? I might be able to renew connections with Was.h.i.+ngton any minute.

Come on in. Do you want to try the Benson curve-light, Mr. Haljan?”

”Yes,” I said. ”I do.” We entered the dim helio cubby. ”See here, Waters, what about the projectile that ascended from Earth last night?

Did the Was.h.i.+ngton observatory report what happened to it?”

”No, not a word. They lost it, evidently.”

Our 'scopes on the _Cometara_ had not been able to locate the projectile. The large instruments of Earth had lost it. Was that because, with tremendous velocity, it had sped directly for the new planet out beyond Mars?

Or, with some form of invisibility, might it be close to us now, just as the lurking s.h.i.+p might be somewhere around here?

From the little circular helio cubby, perched here under the dome like an eagle's nest, I could see down all the length of the s.h.i.+p, and out the side ports of the dome to the blazing firmament. The Sun, Moon and Earth and all the starfield were silently turning as Drac swung us upon our new course.

Waters bent over the projector of the Benson curve-light, making connections. The cubby was silent and dim, with only a tiny spotlight where Waters was working, and a glow upon his table where his recent messages from Earth were filed. Grantline and I glanced at them.

Panic in Greater New York, Grebhar, and Ferrok-Shahn. The three strange beams which the enemy had planted on Earth, Venus and Mars still remained unchanged. I could see them now plainly from the helio cubby windows, great shafts of radiance sweeping the firmament.