“Who was he?” Tom asked.
“Said his name was Mulver. He wouldn’t tell
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me what he wanted, but he left a note for you.” Tom read the scribbled message. It said:
Dere Tom Swift:
I can help you do some wunderful expirmints in outer space. lie tell you all about it tomorrow.
Joe Mulver
Tom passed the note to Bud, who read it with a snort of amusement. “Great!
The guy can’t even spell and he’s going to help you do some ‘wunderful expirmints.’ “
“Some crackpot, probably,” Tom agreed. “Still, there have been some great scientists with little formal education, so it won’t hurt to listen to him.” Tom added to the watchman, “Okay, thanks, Tim. I’ll see Mulver if he comes back.”
The guard saluted and switched open the gates. The red convertible passed through into the plant grounds, dotted with sprawling laboratories, workshops, and hangars. Bud parked outside the main building. The two boys hurried inside and took the elevator to its domed observatory.
The latticework antenna of Tom’s megascope space prober was mounted side by side with the Swifts’ powerful reflecting telescope. Tom pressed a button to open the dome, then warmed up the electronic circuitry and trained the prober into position. After he had tuned several dials, a picture came onto the prober screen. It showed a round yellowish-green mass.
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“Looks like smoke,” Bud muttered.
“The green stuff is its atmosphere,” Tom explained. “Seems to be as thick and foggy as the atmosphere around Venus. But astronomers have already determined by orbital analysis that there’s a solid body inside.”
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