Part 9 (1/2)

”The third,” replied the professor, ”could be--”

The professor was interrupted by Lieutenant Claude calling over the intercom.

”Just received a report from the University of Venus, sir!” said the young officer. ”There's been no volcanic activity on Venus in the last ten years serious enough to create such a cloud.”

Strong waited for the professor's reaction, but the elderly man was already entering the air lock. Before Strong and Hawks could catch up to him, the air-lock hatch slammed closed.

”Hey,” exclaimed Strong, ”what does he think he's doing?”

”Don't worry about it, Steve,” replied Hawks. ”He probably forgot we were out here with him, he's so concerned about this dirt. We'll just have to wait until he's out of the air lock.”

The Solar Guard officer nodded, then looked around him at the thick black cloud that enveloped the s.h.i.+p. ”Well,” he said, ”one of the professor's theories has been knocked out.”

”Yes,” replied Hawks. ”Which means this stuff is either the remains of a large asteroid or--”

”The third possibility,” finished Strong, ”which the professor never explained.”

Suddenly the air-lock hatch opened again and the two s.p.a.cemen stepped inside. Closing the hatch behind them, they waited until the pressure was built up again to equal that of the s.h.i.+p, and then they removed their helmets and s.p.a.ce suits.

[Ill.u.s.tration: _The hatch opened again and the two s.p.a.cemen entered the air lock_]

Leaving the air lock and walking down the companionway, Hawks suddenly caught Strong by the arm.

”Have you considered the possibility of this cloud being radioactive, Steve?” he asked.

Strong nodded slowly. ”That's all I've been thinking about since I first heard about it, Mike. I think I'd better report this to Commander Walters at s.p.a.ce Academy.”

”Wait, Steve,” said Hawks. ”If you do that, Walters might close the exposition. Wait until you get a definite opinion from Professor Newton.”

Strong considered a moment. ”I guess a few more minutes won't make a lot of difference,” he said finally. He realized how important the exposition was to his old friend. But at the same time, he knew what would happen if a radioactive cloud suddenly settled on the city of Venusport without warning. ”Come on. Let's see what the professor has to say about this stuff.”

They found the professor on the control deck bending over a microscope, studying samples taken from the flask. He peered intently into the eyepiece, wrote something on a pad, and then began searching through the pages of a reference book on chemicals of the solar system.

Lieutenant Claude stepped up to Hawks and saluted sharply. ”Power deck reports they've got a clogged line, sir. It's in the gas exhaust.”

Strong and Hawks looked at each other, and then Hawks turned to the young officer. ”Send a couple of men outside to clear it.”

”Aye, aye, sir,” said Claude, and then hesitated. ”Shall the men wear lead suits against possible radioactivity, sir?”

Before Hawks could answer, Newton turned to face the three men. The professor was smiling. ”No need to take that precaution, Lieutenant. I never did tell you my third opinion, did I, Captain Strong?”

”Why, no, you didn't, sir,” said Strong.

The professor held up a sheet of paper. ”Here's your answer. Nothing but plain old Venusport topsoil. Pure dirt!”

”What?” exclaimed Hawks hastily, reaching for the paper.

”Well, blast me for a Martian mouse,” muttered Strong under his breath.